Ain't so easy is it.Oh, did I mention that in real life I have a literary agent? Hummm? Andthat I'm published hummm? And that I have been a working...novelist andprofessional screenwriter who's been read by every major in Hollywoodsince the mid 1990's? If so many readers marvel at my "style" that'swhere it came from, because in real life I'm a PRO! Yup! That's wheremy ability to craft a story comes from-three degrees and 25+ years ofgrinding it out--I have paid my dues, and then some! Okay. Our friendship grew until I thought I knew Kitty pretty well, but as I discovered, I was mistaken.I came home from college to find that my mother had moved away to live with her future husband and had given me the responsibility of helping Kitty adjust to being a new mother and a widow.I would have thought that she would turn to me in her time of need, but Kitty didn't take kindly to my presence in my own home. She acted as though we'd never been close friends. It was unnerving. I tried to. He opened the door for her and she saw the simple yet inviting place. He closed the door and place the suitcase a closet close to the entrance. He went to her and embraced her from behind, feeling her flat stomach and the rough texture of her blouse. ‘Do you have any Fruit?’ she asked. ‘I have Strawberry’s’ ‘May I have some?’ ‘Of course.’ Andrew went to the kitchen and placed five strawberry s on a crystal plate. While he was at the kitchen Elena had been looking freely at the large. I looked into the basket and it was full of her lingerie, bras, panties and teddies. Jenny then grabbed a thong out of the basket and started folding it and said, “You gonna just watch me fold my panties?” It startled me and I blurted out, “Those pictures of Jackie’s, you mean the ones taken at that Halloween party, right?” Jenny looked at me and started laughing. She said, “Ah Justin, don’t worry, she deleted then.” Then, she told me to finish folding her clothes while she checked the.