”“We could call it a Christmas gift to Halle. The girl has everything, and I never know what to get her.”“I miss you, you big dork. You leave ...alle alone. I’ll be out shortly, and you’ll forget all about that hussy,” Brook assured me.I told her about dinner with Misaki and the drama it had created. Brook’s only advice was to remember her feelings and not to go overboard.Frank Ingram, my publicist, showed up right before eight.“Frank, what’s up?” I asked as I shook his hand.“It’s been busy. I. You'd have dismissed his wild tales of this place, but after looking a little further into it, you find reports of young men having gone missing in that area on a fairly regular basis going as far back as the records do. Looking deeper, you find a few mentions of the place, which seem to be speaking in some sort of secretive code, in posts and messages that are usually swiftly deleted. Searching ever deeper, you dig up a few scattered stories from people who know someone who says they visited. I work with a very bad headache. "Shit!" I yelled. Once I realized what I did the day before I was in mental shock. "Oh my fucking god I have to tell him sorry! Does he even want to see me after I forced him to kiss me? Did he like it? Does he like me? Of course he liked it he had a huge boner when I left." I said to my self relived at the last thing I said. I still had to tell him sorry. I didn't eat anything in the morning because I was to nervous about what I was going to tell him. So. I arrived early evening and after Anna cooked me a late supper Blake and Emily were delighted to be entertained by a few of my legendary bed time tales and happily went to bed and were soon fast asleep. Anna and I retired to her comfortable bed. “Are you missing your sweet Sarah then?” Anna asked. “You Know I am.” “Can I help ease the pain?” “You can try.” I lay back as she lowered her mouth to kiss and lick up and down my sensitive genitals before beginning tomsuck my penis. Soon we were.