“What do you think you’re doing in there? You’re dirty aren’t you?” I quiz her. “Yes.” “Filthy?” “Yes.” “So clean yourself...” She looks back at me expectantly, hesitates, and then starts to close the door. “Did I say you could do that?” “No.” She seems to perk up a little bit, and slides the shower door back to its fully open position, and turns to the side letting the water fall to her head and soak her long brunette hair. She closes her eyes and looks like an actress in a shampoo. ” I managed to say, feeling like an idiot. She is very pretty, with long black hair and sharp beautiful features. She is quite short, and has ample boobs. She also has the cutest little feet I’ve ever seen, even swollen as they were.“I know,” She said. “But you actually listen to me. You know what he’s like. If I’m not talking about bikes or play-bloody-station he zones out.”It was true. He’d told me why he didn’t like talking to her, but I couldn’t tell her that.“You could try bending. I thought she was offended by my question and cursed myself for asking that. After a few minutes, she replied saying “Had”, “But not now”. It was good to read that message honestly. Then, I inquired about it, she said she was in a relationship with a guy & due to family pressure he couldn’t marry her & they broke up.She was little upset while we were chatting about her previous relationship. I tried consoling her with whatever I could say. Then we chatted about my relationship and how it was a. Clifton concurred. All of the guests departed within five minutes of one another.Instead of driving home, Dwain went east. He placed a phone call.“Hey, Dwain,” a soft voice answered.“Hey! Still want me to come over,” he asked.“Of course! When are you coming.”“I’m on my way. About fifteen minutes out.”“Awesome! I’ll be ready.”Dwain pulled up and headed to the door. The chick opened up wearing a sheer, mint green, babydoll.“Come in and have a seat,” the hostess purred.“Damn! You look good!”“Thank.