To facilitate the intellectual process, I opened a bottle of red from my hotel bar.Some people, probably superior beings, would keep a photo-worthy ho...e like our loft pristine. Just in case the “Elle Decor” editor might drop by. With her stylists, photographers, writers, in tow.Our Wrigley loft is lived in and shows it. Rollerblades, soccer balls, Lululemon yoga pants, magazines, watering cans, newspapers, digital gadgets, music blaring ... the stuff of life.“Elle Decor” would probably be. How many would take advantage of it, as I imagined Sarah and I would. Sarah and I weren’t at the Inn for a vacation. Our weekend mission, as with many of our visits, was sex and pleasure. The rain gave us the perfect opportunity to play. Rumbling around in the back of my mind were some ideas of what I wanted to do. But I knew that whatever we did in bed, or on some of the furniture, or the floor, it would more likely be a thought conceived in Sarah’s erotic mind. I took a quick shower, shaved. He sat up in bed, realising what he had just done; but he could feel her relaxing. This was something new he realised, he could project mood patterns into other's people's brains, this needed some thought. He lay back down again, happy to feel his sister's fears dispersing. He dozed for awhile; his dreams came, very vivid and contained his sister and one of her friends in a compromising situations. When he awoke he was ashamed of his arousal brought about by his incestral thoughts.When he saw. Varsha mostly worked from home except for site visits. They had recently moved into an upscale apartment complex.The complex consisted of 5 different buildings, 2 club houses and a swimming pool. The couple had purchased a fully furnished flat on 4th floor in one of the buildings. Each floor had only two flats. Since they bought a furnished flat, settling down was pretty easy.Their neighbors were Mr and Mrs. Aiyar who were in their late 50's. The Aiyars were very friendly couple. Their only.