.. she wouldn't trade that for the world. She came down the stairs, and her big brother had comforted her, hugged her, told her everything was right i... the world. But even now, even after she had gotten her brother back, she knew she knew there was still a risk of losing him entirely again. Because of a stray bullet in him, or a fall from a high building, something else.Because she knew for a fact that her beloved Ollie was also a bow-wielding hero who risked his life to fight crime.When Ollie. . Anyway Franky and I made our way inside.The house was lit with several scented candles, as you expect for someplace specializing in sex. Every table in the place has a white doilies on it, and the couches and chairs has skirts with ruffles. Mostly everything in the house was either pink or red, even the wood looked like red pine. The entrance had a desk, it looked more like a small hotel than a house. There was a clerk setting behind the desk, a woman, she looked about 30. She was wearing red. Slowly the door swung open. A short, bald middle-aged man in a dressing gown, rubbed his eyes and looked us up and down. “Yes, ladies”, he asked groggily “what can I do for you?”.“We’ve broken down I explained”, gesturing to my smoking wreck of a car.He led us into to the reception area.“Sorry if I we woke you. “Angela smiled disarmingly. “That’s ok” He smiled back at her, clearly charmed.Frank was actually very sweet. He made us a pot of tea which was accompanied by some delicious homemade. I sat on the end of Clarice's chaise and asked the girls how they knew each other. It turned out that they had several classes together, but had bonded when it turned out that they were both on the freshman water polo team. "Clarice has told me about you all year," Susan said, "so it is a real pleasure to meet you at long last." As we sat and chatted it seemed to me that Susan had difficulty keeping her eyes from straying to my crotch, leading me to wonder what Clarice had been telling her all.