I felt her up and ran my nails down her back. Much to my delight, she was ever-so compliant, and even went so far as to make a few noises here and the...e, which she had to shut up immediately. A good hour or so later, one of the guests announced that he had to go home, and the other friend said that she might as well go home too. She drove them home. I asked her if I was going home too because, well, it was a fair conclusion to jump to. "You're coming home with me," she smirked. That was enough. Very early Druidic." Then he said, "Keys ... Three keys will open the door to..." he said slowly, looking back and forth from the ceramic shard and the book. "Damn, damn, damn. It changes again," he muttered. "A different language. And the different language ... is..." he muttered as he compared symbols on the shard to different sections in the book. "Hebrew..." he said shaking his head. "An ancient form of Hebrew, probably within five or six hundred years after it separated for Aramaic." He. We both subconsciously felt we had grew apart, emotionally. I felt I was now full gay. She was thinking it. I could tell for a while. There was love, but as a friend. Right until the last day I felt I was in a relationship, meaning I am committed to only one person. Unfortunately for me she didn't see things the same way towards the end. I never was the paranoid partner checking phones. But she was spending more and more time texting. She was showering one day and her phone pinged about seven. "Yes. It all works well. We don't lock the door into your office but everyone knows that they come through here if they want to see you." She grinned. "Unless someone's particularly angry." How often does that happen?" Not in the last ten years."Nick smiled. There might be some anger later in the week."Now, sir, the most important question: are you a tea or a coffee man?" Coffee in the morning and tea in the afternoon."Meg nodded. "Let me show you your office properly," she said.There was not a.