The final bell rings, school is officially over for another day. I race to the designated destination, not even taking time to pack my bag. As my heel... click on the tile floor I climb the stairs and push open the door. I see my two tormentors, standing there, smiling. I turn and lock the door. Suddenly I fly into a rage, screaming how could he do this to me? I trusted him! With lightning reflex his hand grabs my throat, squeezes and whispers “Shut the fuck up bitch!” I submit. I’m out of line.. After days of climbing, the villagers found that the peak seemed no closer and the bandits were still hot on their tail while their supplies were dwindling. One day, while climbing, a villager started laughing uncontrollably at the absurdity of their situation. She told everyone that the mountain was naught but a divine trap. Nothing but death awaited them. Behind them, ahead of them, everywhere and everything was doom. So she laughed and laughed. Perhaps out of desperation or enlightenment,. You could see part of the patio from where I was standing, but not all of it. I hoped she had picked a spot within view of our apartment. I scanned the area and spotted her sitting on a lounger next to a tiki-style, grass-topped umbrella between the end of the pool and the spa. I waved, but she wasn’t looking. With the band playing, she wouldn’t hear me, even if I yelled.I went inside and grabbed my phone, calling her. She wasn’t answering. I went back outside and looked at her. She was turned. Jo was in the kitchen, with her back turned towards me and was wearing the silk Kimono that she had on last night. The smell of the fried breakfast she was cooking, filled me with joy. As she heard me enter the kitchen, she turned, smiled and said “Good morning, I hope you slept as well as I did?”“I had a wonderful sleep, thank you after a very enjoyable nightcap,” I replied, smiling back at her.With that, Jo loosened the silk belt on her Kimono, so it opened, so I could see her breasts and.