I get on the elevator and who steps off, it’s Sarita. I said hi Gorgeous, I thought you went to work today. Sarita said I did, long story. If you wa...t you can talk to me about it. Sarita says bye Ralph and walked towards the exit. I am relaxing now as I have taken a quick shower and I have on some red bicycle shorts. It’s now 6:30 PM I am listening to some nice slow Motown sounds. Then my doorbell rings , it’s Sarita. I opened the door and invited her in. I think she maybe was on her way to the. Professor Eriskine looked at Johanna for a long deep movement and she felt as if he was looking into her very soul.“Yes…” the professor smiled, “I want her to be one of the subjects…”*Both Mother and Daughter posed in front of the mirror in their semiformal outfits for the “Meeting” they were staging… Johanna stood at one hundred and eighty-six centimeters before the heels of her thigh boots and she was a bombshell with her hourglass figure. The black corset over the short red dress enhanced. She was everything and nothing, a perfect and supreme being whose allure was outweighed only by the sheer pleasure he knew she could bestow upon him. Tyler groaned to look at her. The perfect contours of her face, highlighted by the soft glow of the candle she held in one delicate hand, upraised before her as a holy symbol of beauty. She was his light, the only thing he could ever bear to see again in his miserable existence. She was God, and without her, there would be nothing. “Oh.” He was. It was good to eat with someone and I soon found Tony was a very interesting type of guy who had travel a great deal in his life and I was surprised when he told me he was sixty because he looked so much younger. After dinner we walked into the beer garden where Tony offered me a very large hand rolled cigar which smelt and tasted divine. I had always had a thing for cigars ever since I was a young man and now in my late twenties I enjoyed them even more. Tony looked like one of the world’s.