Prices not only had remained stable in all the metals, financials and grains, but the trading boxes I'd put together earlier in the prior week remaine... viable after the markets reopened. I managed to resume trading without having to do much of anything to reposition myself.I didn't do as well that week as I'd done the week before, but I felt like I'd taken advantage of everything available to me. By the end of the week most of the best trading opportunities were gone. It had been an interesting. She met him in the middle of the room and took the dry clothes from him and quickly averted her gaze from him. ‘What will happen when your mother arrives home and you’re not there?’ Rose shrugged, ‘She’ll assume I’m out.’ She met his gaze again, ‘Which I am.’ He nodded and turned his attention to her hair again. It was drying somewhat, making her appear even more disheveled — not that it bothered him. ‘Do you want a bath?’ he asked, nodding to his adjoined bathroom. ‘I…’ she stammered at. That's when I noticed the money on the desk. Fifteen hundred dollars, in crisp new notes. Not sure what to do I ignored it and continued my preparations. When I was finished I took another sip of my drink and looked out of the window at the night sky, illuminated with stars and airplane night lights. That's when I noticed movement behind me. James had returned from his shower and was dressing. “Ready?” he asked. Before I could answer, he'd noticed the money was untouched. “Sophie, I think. ” She did seem somewhat bubbly and energetic.Then she caught me unawares by sitting directly opposite me. I figured I had to be bold and attempt some kind of approach to her. I came up with, “Pot always makes me horny.”“Cocaine does that to me too.”That was all it took. She lifted one of her feet (she had tennis shoes on), placed it on the blue plastic seat, and spread her legs. Her panties seemed to be basic white bikini briefs.“You dirty boy, you’re looking at my panties.”“You dirty girl,.