She was glad she still stayed in shape after all these years. She pitied how her husband Doug couldn't be here to see their daughter off to college, ...ut he wouldn't have been much help anyway due to his bad knee and an even worse back from years of heavy lifting in an auto shop. Even between the two of them, the dozen boxes of books, clothes, and a new computer had filled up her SUV and crowed up this small room. Luckily her roommate seems to have already arrived and put all of their own. “I’ve also discovered that the more I love them, the more they love me,” I told Luisa.“Them? Just how many people are we talking about here?” Luisa asked.“There are twenty-seven girls and women who have a special connection with Michael, counting Trealyn,” Ileana supplied. “Of course, that doesn’t include his step-daughter who’s only four.”“There’s no way one teenaged guy can love so many women!” Luisa declared.“Luisa, tell me, who did your mother love the most? You, or your sister?” I. I would have spoken to Neha for about 15 to 20 minutes and Sundar was still sleeping. So I thought to get something to eat. I went to a nearby joint, got some sandwiches and coffee for both. When I reached back to the hotel room Sundar was in the bathroom.I sat on the chair and started to have my brunch. He came out of the bathroom and was so happy to see me. “Oh, there you are. Where did you go? I was worried that you left.”I said, “Oh come on Sundar. How could I leave you? You still owe me. I tried,’ said Oliver. Lianne tittered. ‘You always do,’ she told him. Now try with me, she thought. Close that door. Lock it. The key’s kept in the plant pot just to your right. I want you. I need you. Fuck me. Fuck me. Please! But Oliver finished his coke, rubbed his hands to warm them again from the cold glass, and continued to work his way down her legs, bit by bit. It was torture, exquisite torture. Lianne bit her lip as a thousands fantasies and desires flooded into her brain, pressed.