It wasn’t awkward like I had expected; rather it seemed that we were totally in tune to each others thoughts. And so the night went on till finally ...he bar closed. It was the first time I felt awkward. Do I drop her to her hotel or ask her back to my place? But damn it I wanted her back at my place, in my bed.She solved all my problems by simply saying, “I really don’t feel like going back to the hotel.” Well that was that. We quickly walked back to my place, where after a few more drinks I was. The whole street was watching and laughing at you yesterday.” To which the blonde man replied: “Well the joke’s on all of you because I wasn’t even at home yesterday!LEXOPHILIA- WHO ON EARTH DREAMS THESE UP?A lexophile of course!• Venison for dinner again? Oh deer!• How does Moses make tea? Hebrews it.• England has no kidney bank, but it does have a Liverpool.• I tried to catch some fog, but I mist.• They told me I had type-A blood, but it was a Typo.• I changed my iPod’s name to Titanic. It’s. ”Phillip replied proudly “Yes everything was a test for the future joint venture, I am not the only hotel in the pot, we are offering some 4 hotel choices, all yours, but yes we did costings based on your party here except you. Having Zac and Suzanne in the bridal suite was needed. How did you find the bridal suite Zac and Suzanne?”Zac replied “Could not fault it, the wine, the fruit platter, and the way you made the room and bed was brilliant. The presentation of the room was excellent. Miriams heart was racing and she bit her bottom lip and Bridget, kneeling between her legs as if the pair of them were locked in the missionary position, bent forward and, with excruciating slowness, dragged the tip of her tongue up from Miriams navel to between her breasts. She drew back slightly before extending her nimble tongue towards Miriams waiting nipple. Miriam vainly tried to hold back a moan as Bridgets tongue circled and flicked across her nipple. Then she gasped as Bridget abruptly.