I realized immediately that I hadn't eaten since those French fries at lunch, and I'd barely eaten them. I was hungry, damn hungry. And whatever was c...oking smelled incredible.The second thing I noticed was soft music playing, quiet saxophone and piano music, the kind that was on when I'd first walked in on Charlotte asleep in her bedroom two weeks before, when I wrote her the petal poem. It was beautiful.Charlotte and Stephanie were nowhere to be seen. The clock in the kitchen said it was four. Paul really hadn’t committed to either Emma or Stacy but he knew nothing good could come from continuing his relationship with Monica and he hoped she would also come to that same realization at some point.Emma seemed to make it a point to bring something over for Paul to eat at least once a week. He would take her out to dinner about every two weeks. When they came back to her condo and they were in bed, she also gave him something else to eat which he did and enjoyed doing it. Emma enjoyed. I lured you away into the garden towards the cute little house. After sharing that kiss I couldn't take it anymore and sank to my knees. The grass was soft against my legs as I unzipped your pants. Fishing your cock through your boxers... looking to see how hard it was. Mmmmm moaning as I lick the head. Nibbling a bit as i lick and suck you like a lollypop. I feel your hands on my face brushing back my hair. I love the taste of your precum as i suck you into my mouth, feeling you deep. I have a job I think you can help me with.” He stood and returned his logbook. Then gathered up all the messages on his desk and from where he had stuffed them in his desk. “These are all the messages that we have been getting from people. Most are just people send congratulations. Some for the Karenna and some for the wedding. What I would like you to do, is sort them. Read each one then decide where it should go. Some of them may have something important hidden in them. Make one pile for all.