"Oh no she is quite tame now" he said as her hand started to rub my thigh."Oh I can bring my friend she can be for dessert, but you are the main cours... she said" as a smaller girl turned up and sat on my friend's lap.After an hour we went to her flat she had her hands all over me during the night whilst my friend had been with the other girl, talking studenty stuff I suppose. We got in to her flat after the pub closed, she was quickly out of her clothes and was wearing a dressing gown. Her. I kept her engraved in my paper work and simultaneously showed off my weakness and tiredness. She asked if I need a head massage.I requested her to give me oil massage so that I may recover. She stopped for 5 sec but did not deny. She asked for another clothes so that oil is not dropped on her skirt which was new.I suggested she put off skirt as I don’t have girls clothe in my house. She did not mind. She dropped her skirt in front of me, took the oil and started.I was astonished to see her. Your eyes dart to the left. Before the bombs, this would have been a pleasant suburb. But five years after the mists had changed that. Massive trees and vines grew across the ground; into houses and into chimneys. You can hear the chitter of carnivorous monkeys above, but you can’t be fucked with them right now. The cat is after you again.You skid left toward a house; ignoring the front door blocked by a thick root and instead slam against the tall fence door.Bang. Nothing. Locked. Shit.You. Getting no resistance, I walked around inside, looking at all of the magazines, which is what they had more than anything else.I walked around a couple of times and noticed a door leading back into a darkened corridor where I'd occasionally see someone walking around. As I passed the counter, the guy behind it asked me if I'd ever been in a store like this before. Of course, I said no (which was no doubt pretty obvious to him considering the way I was gawking at the magazine covers) and we.