“If you’re not a magical construct, then what are you?”“What do I look like?” asked the stone statue, sounding affronted. “I am a statue m...de of the same stone as was used to build the manor and this vault.”“But you’re moving and talking,” I said.He nodded. “That’s right. I’m not one of those limited constructs. They cannot touch anything. Therefore, they cannot clean anything.”I nodded, trying desperately to get past my disbelief. “I apologize for my ... you’re a statue.”His eyebrow arched. It. As I told that I love to pass my time by visiting massage parlours around the world when ever I get time and when I came to India , I really wondered there were many ads running in local newspapers about the massage right in Hyderabad from females reading them made me a bit horny & I tried calloing up few parlours and even tried them out since I had too much of time with me, and I have even visited parlours where the young dudes work as massuers.During these passing days once I went to a. “From school?” Alisa nodded in reply. “The shy one?” She nodded once more. 'The one I masturbated in front of while he was spying on me last week?' I thought to myself. But I wasn't about to let her know that bit of information. I was still intrigued though. Had Alex spied on Alisa as well? Did he witness her masturbating too at some point? Did Alisa masturbate? Too many questions ran through my head at this point and I didn't want to think about any of them at this point. “So what are you. I never had another interaction with him other than to kick him out of my life after you had him served divorce papers at my apartment months ago. I put his clothing in plastic bags and left it on my porch that night. It was gone the next day. I changed the locks, too. He’s such a loser. God, I am too for falling for his line. He seemed so nice at the time. I can tell you that all this has scarred me for life. I hate to think what it did to you. I hope you can heal completely from all of.