Where's the logic in that, I ask you.I tried to explain all of this to Miranda. I give her credit. Her only question was if she could come watch a pra...tice. I never practiced better than when she was sitting at the side of the mats watching me.No doubt about it. I was in love.Chapter FiveThe only time I was uneasy was around Miranda's brother, Mitchell. Her twin brother. He was never overtly rude, but I could sense his disapproval every time we met. Once I even walked in while Mitchell was. He's got a good character," Fat Fred said nodding his head. Pointing around his domain, he said, "William arranged that it would be okay for us to stay here. It ain't a homeless hotel, but it is good to have a place to sleep at night where you won't be rousted by the cops." Don't put more into it than there is. They wouldn't have gone for it if you weren't here, Fat Fred," replied William. He helped Lucy to her feet. Once she was steady, he said, "I've got to ride in the ambulance with Just. He lay back there laughing up at her, his grey felt riding jacket with the high collar and green trim caught up behind him, his slanted grey eyes watching her with an amused sparkle. He was as easy as if he were lounging on a sofa in the sitting-room. He was as beautiful as an Angel, long-legged and lean, the most desirable man at court. She wondered about all the other people he had been with. She felt suddenly like one of them, just a one-day-one-night that he had come away with from the. She'd helped bathe her k**do bhais when they were tiny, but their little lunds were dwarfed by Munna's thick eight-inch column of rock-hard meat."Get acquainted with it, honey," he chuckled, taking her hand and placing it on his lund.Dazedly she began playing with his lund, squeezing it and fondling it. It was so soft, yet at the same time so incredibly hard! The hole at the tip leaked hot sticky cream onto her fingers. Munna's nostrils flared as he watched her, and his lund made lusty lurches.