’ Tip or no tip Harry always walked back to his van smiling and ready to deliver another pizza. One day he might tell you it was the people that mad... him the happiest, other times he’d say it was the aroma of the pizza that permeated his van, or maybe it was just the warmth created by the little heating boxes that plugged into the cigarette lighter. He did seem especially happy on cold, cold evenings. Harry especially enjoyed the nights when Kristy and John worked making the pizzas. They would. "Gentlemen may I be of service?" Good evening Madam, I trust you have a reservation for myself and my colleague. I wired the information ahead, Holmes & Hove of London?" Indeed, welcome to the Randolph, Oxfords finest hotel. We do have rooms for you this evening, but your wire was a little unspecific about the length of your stay?" Alas I was, I anticipate at least tonight and tomorrow, after that I am a little unsure. I apologise for the inconvenience." We shall be happy to accommodate you, I. ”“Living room?” Doug corrected.“We always had the TV and stuff in the living room back home,” I countered. “Max’s putting that together in the basement.”“That’s called the rec room,” Doug said.“Fine. Welcome to the living room.” The living room was the only left out of the porch. It was a long room that ran near the length of the house, from the picture window in front, to the kitchen pantry in back. Boxes were stacked. Shelves remained unbuilt. Furniture was in the process of delivery.A new. Julie slipped her arm around my waist and pulled me closer to her side and slowed our walking pace. Then, slowly her hand began to drift down until it was resting right on my ass cheek. She gave it a few little squeezes as she turned such that her tit was pressing into my arm.All of a sudden it struck me what Julie was doing; she was trying to demonstrate how a girl might let you know she was interested so I decided to play the game with her. I slipped my arm around her shoulder, and let my.