Despite Cynara's attempt to have a conversation with Jasmine, the girl was ever quiet and polite, except for her obvious curiosity over Cynara's curre...t wardrobe.Jasmine had offered to help her dress, but Cynara adamantly refused, insisting she could do it herself, only to have to call the maid over again when after donning her shift and stockings, she couldn't get the tiny hooks of the petticoat to stay. The dress she wore was smooth and lightweight, and surprisingly comfortable. And Cynara. She had washed, conditioned, and brushed out her long blonde hair so that it hung to just above her ass. She had bright eyes, and a wonderful smile. She came over to the sofa and sat next to me. She turned sideways so that she was facing me and told me how grateful she was for everything I had done for her. She bent her head down and kissed me on my check, then she grabbed my face and turned it toward her so that she could kiss my mouth. The kiss became more passionate and so probed my open. Plus, we are going to have to move out soon. Get another shower and pack up, by the time you do, I’ll be ready myself.” “Are you leaving me here?” “With Randy about?” he said, untangling himself from her and moving to the door. “That man is just gathering thoughts before he makes a move. I’ll stay here and wait for you.” “How do you know that?” “By the way, I watched him play pool the other night. He is aggressive and a man of action.” With that, X left her to pack and. He didn’t recognize the number, but hoped it was Roman.“Hello,” Chuck answered.“Hi. This is Roman from Mickey D’s,” came the reply.“Hey! Hang on. Let me walk outside.”“Okay.”When Chuck made it to the back yard, he said, “I’m back sexy.”“Cool how you doing,” Roman asked.“Better now!”“Why is that?”“Cause I’m talking to you.“Gee. Thanks!”“Can I see you when you get off, boo?”“Yes, daddy!”“Do you live alone?”“Nah. I stay with roomies.”“Ah. Okay. I know a spot in the woods where we can chill. I can.