He had been married once but, now divored. He sipped his drink and tried to talk to Mandy who was not feeling friendly although the booze was beginnin... to loosen her up a bit. He asked "What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this"? Mandy just looked at him as if to say "What does it look like I'm doing here"? Then he asked her "Are you from here"? " What's it to you"? Mandy answered curtly, then ordered two more drinks. Then trying to get a conversation going he started to ask. It was all too familiar. I recalled how I used to tremble and sob when I first had to do this. No longer. I recalled the hideous shame I felt. That was now much reduced, though not entirely absent.There was a long silence, I didn't think he was studying me in the miror because I head rustling of papers. Possibly he was dealing with some business matters. I think I must have knelt there for a good half hour. That was unusual for most guests, once they've sent for a girl, want to get on and enjoy. Jean came up to door and said is it ok? What about Lisa? I told her that Lisa had gone out with friends and would be out most of the day. Jean stepped into the kitchen and I closed the door. I can't describe the excitement I felt standing naked talking to my neighbour. I faced Jean making sure she could see my cock and said it's been a while since we last saw each other hasn't it. Jean said too long to be honest. She said she had been looking most weekends for me without luck. She said anyway. In Korea, it was cold and bit through your clothes. But in the desert Southwestern US, when it rains, it cleans the air. Leaves the air with that fresh and purified smell. I want you to visit here when it is raining, maybe even live here so you can really appreciate it when it does. I am looking at the raindrops hitting the pool …Mmmm … what I would do to you if you were here while it is raining … my imagination is going wild now. I’d fuck you on the patio or make you lick my pussy while I lay.