I'd seen the proof of their existence. When Robert Louis Stephenson wrote Dr. Jeckyl, he'd poured it out in one sitting. For two days and nights he wr...te feverishly in longhand and when finished, he was so horrified at what he'd written that Stephenson had thrown his manuscript into the fire. Only the quick action of his wife saved the novel from complete destruction. As it was, Stephenson immediately rewrote verbatim those parts which had been lost and then fell into his bed for a week,. We shot many different movies, all with the same intro, and all with a different outro: sometimes she would bend down, and take my little dick into her hand, not knowing how to give a hand job, and lick it like a Popsicle, because that's what the brother learned form their even older brother (who never made it "on set"). Other times, I would bend down, running my hands down her side just to feel the waistband of her shorts, and tug them down to find her pussy. I stared at it the first time for. Upstairs was used as a stock room and used as a ironing room for sarees and suits. A set of windng stairs led to the stock room which was closed off by a door. Fatima thought that she was just imagining the noise and her mind was playing tricks on her as she was alone, she continued to settle in and went to the kitchen to put the kettle on to make herself a cup of tea to warm herself up, she came back onto the shop floor and went to open the shutters when she heard noises coming from upstairs. As the music played the friction and heat between them increased. He leaned down and whispered in her hear, a secret perhaps, then his lips lightly brushed against the nape of her neck. She turned and kissed him deeply. Their bodies pressed tightly against each other. She leaned up and whispered in his ear then they turned and walked out into the night. They found themselves in a deserted alley behind the club. Nobody was around, nobody would have even seen them from the street even if they had.