She winked at me. "Howare you two this morning?" We're fine, Ahn," Lisa said. "We had an appointment?" I nervouslylooked down at the narrow-banded w...tch on my hairless wrist. The salonwas narrow and deep, with several tables set up on one side, and a lineof comfortable-looking chairs along the opposite walls. There wereprobably at least a half-dozen women in here, either getting their nailsdone, soaking their feet in the comfortable-looking chairs, or waiting uphere near the front of the. She agreed and started work the very day.Rose worked like as if this was her own house, she was clean, neatly dressed and even spoke to me in english. As i was always in a hurry to get to work, i did not pay much attention to her. She came in the morning, started working and cleaning and while i got ready she made tea and toast for me.One weekend after she had worked for bout three weeks, i asked her if she could come on sunday as the flat needed some thorough cleaning. She agreed and come at. You know, something.Nothing. I was willing, but not game enough to suit him. A couple fast fucks on the living room floor with a few of his new “friends,” and my disgust was out in the open. He seemed genuinely hurt that I never came. So he went and got his kicks elsewhere, and I went and got an apartment. I could have taken him for the house, I suppose, but why? It held nothing for me, and it had belonged to his parents, anyway. I took from the marriage only what I had brought to it, minus my. But like Romeo before him Paul had found the woman of his dreams and believe if he let her go he would never find another like her…..and lets skip over the part about Romeo and Juliet both dying at the end, this is erotica for god sake, not bloody les miserables.Our story starts, as said before, in America. In a small diner called Big Joes, or Big Johns or big something with a J, the name isn’t important to the story. Paul was sitting down to a full breakfast: 3 eggs, 5 rashers of bacon, some.