You will be here when I awake in the morning.After a shower, I climb into bed so soft and warm and drift to sleep.You arrive very early in the morning... let your self in with key left for you at front desk.You have breakfast quietly brought in, fresh fruit, coffee. Once you see all is as you want,You come into the bedroom, very quiet so as not to wake me. I lie there hugging my pillow,covered only with a satin sheet clinging to the curves of my body. You touch my hair, gently pushing it away. The difference between the two groups was in that Shelly was friends with Craig's group, while Craig was not necessarily friends with Shelly's group, seems that Shelly's group were more of a hen's group.The first couple of months flew by, both were numb from the experience of being unemployed and making ends meet was somewhat of a problem, mostly in covering the mortgage. They thought about asking her parents for a loan to get them through the tough times, but they disapproved of her. One day, following a big meeting in the office, came the announcement that would send Travis and I to Chicago. A group of us were told to attend a company training seminar in the city. We’re told to make our own travel and accommodation arrangements and bill the company. There is a budget limit, of course, but Travis has an uncle who lives in the city and he arranges for us to bunk down in a basement rumpus room. It sounds fine to me. We might even make some money on the arrangement!The bus. Almost a cunt slit could be guessed as well. My wife and I began to mock at them, criticizing Creole ethnicity: they were not civilized or educated at all, least refined. This woman didn’t catch my interest at all, and I thought a hooker like her wouldn’t deserve any interest, as a lot of them live in this neighborhood. I judge them as horrible. Of course, it was different in my home country, and criticism has been part of my daily practice here. Three weeks passed as I was laying in my hammock.