She told that how lonely she was feeling and could almost feel as if house might eat her up. I gave kind of laugh on her such cowardness which further...infuriated her. And she hit me softly on my chest with her soft hands and went away, I later felt kind of sorry for her and I went to apologies her in her room.My sister always wore shalwar kamiz with full Dubatta. I opened her room door which perhaps she forgot to lock and I saw that she was undressing. She didn’t notice me. When I entered she. Some even hoped for a possible interview with the Princess. All in all, the tension was enormous and, for the President, at least, almost unbearable.The cameras started flashing and the reporters began to speak to their respective stations as soon as the convoy of the Rolls carrying Princess Sharifa and various escorting vehicles was sighted as it turned into the campus of Stanford. The police and security staff kept the members of the media at a distance as the Princess’s bodyguards got out to. He set everything on the kitchen table and pulled Cat to him and kissed her properly this time."Mmmmmmm, I sure have missed you honey. What have you been up to the past few days? Have I missed any fun ay work?"Cat looked lovingly into Joel's eyes. "No, no fun at work. Seems all the fun is at my house nowadays. Joel, I think I need help with Tina."Joel grinned, trying to imagine Cat and her hot bisexual sister together."What's she doing Cat, wearing you out?" Oh I can keep up with her, but what. He certainly took the relaxed dress code seriously as he was only wearing a baggy vest and boxer briefs which as first glance hid a nice package.He sat himself down and I handed him another beer, “You do look good on those boxers Mason, seems like you have chosen a good career path” I said to him as he sat back allowing me a better view.He smiled as he opened his tin showing me the contents, ‘YES’ I thought as it had at least half a dozen pre rolled joints. He smiled at me, “Good beer, good.