Just make sure he's as good looking and hung as well as you are." Baby, ain't NOBODY as good lookin' or hung as well as me." They both smiled. "Know t...e Rosemont?"The hotel was not the finest in town but not a flea bag either."Yes, I stayed there once, a while back," she answered recalling one of her trysts had been at the Rosemont with a man named Gary. Now what was his last name?"Room 611. Two o'clock." You've already lined up someone?" Yeah, I sort of figured you'd be interested." Talk about. I just want results. Fine, I’ll hand that mess over to you and you can work it out with the admin guys who are crawling up my ass. You fix this, you hear?”“Hai, Commodore. It shall be done.”We have no parents; we make the heavens our parentsWe have no home; we make our kokoro our homeWe have no gathering place; we look to the celestial riverChuichi Yushida would have no problem understanding this calligraphic work. It borrows in style and substance from a well-known Edo period poem by a samurai. ? Could I... ? Maybe... ?Leaving my room, I walked down the hallway. More than once, I stopped, staring into space as if hypnotized. Thankfully the hallways were empty at that hour, for surely I would have been questioned. Finally, I arrived at your door. I knocked, and realized the door was unlatched when it drifted open. I could hear the shower running and I furtively went to close the door. Somehow I ended up inside the room in the process. The bathroom door was cracked open and I could hear. Knallrote Lippen, dick schwarz umrandete Augen. Lider dick mit Mascara,und ein leuchtend blauer Lidschatten. Die Brauen waren tiefschwarz ineinem Bogen nachgezogen. Diese Frau sollte eines lernen: Weniger ist oftmehr.Ich hatte auf der Werkbank Klebeband gesehen. Zusammen verpackten wirden Kerl zu einem h?bschen Paket. Selber w?rde er sich nicht darausbefreien k?nnen. Dann musste ich mich entscheiden: Hier versuchen, dieFesseln abzunehmen, oder fl?chten. Fl?chten erschien mir sinnvoller.Meine.