When I finally heard the person's footsteps on the stone pathway, I quickly tied my robe and moved outside the gazebo. The garden lights lit up the fi...ure and I recognized him as our next door neighbor's son, Andy Anderson. His mom shown had brought over a batch of surprisingly good brownies when we had first moved in. When he saw me, a smile shot across his face his eyes moved up and down my body. He was around twenty years old and had the whole rugged cowboy looking going on. He wore a red. Here I have you.”He considered that for a moment.“You could maybe meet my friends?”“Sir, your friends have made it rather clear they find it unseemly to socialize with a servant. Furthermore, they would have to speak English when you are with them, simply to accommodate me. And let’s not forget you are a much younger man: your interests and mine diverge, apart from our mutual appreciation of console games.”He wasn’t that much younger, but Carstairs always seems at least two decades older than. Jolín, yo nunca había pensado en recortármelos pero tal y como me lo dijo, no me pude negar. Obedecí a sus indicaciones y me senté en el borde de la bañera. De su neceser sacó una Gilette y comenzó a rasurarme con una mano mientras que con la otra, extendía el jabón. El contacto frío y cortante de la maquinilla al contraste con la suavidad de su mano espumosa de gel, era algo totalmente nuevo para mí. Excitante. Morboso. Ella sentada en la bañera entre mis piernas se deleitaba en dejar perfecto. ‘She is a hooker though.’ He reminded himself silently and shook his head to clear his thoughts. ‘Why am I here?’ Trinity asked again. ‘Sorry I haven’t had much sleep,’ He told her,’ Miss Holloway are you a hooker?’ ‘A what??!!’ ‘A hooker, a street walker, a prostitute?’ ‘You had me follow you into your car to ask me that??!! NO I AM NOT A PROSTITUTE!’ She reached for the door handle. ‘But you are sleeping with Robert Santiago?’ ‘ My private life is not up for discussion. I haven’t broken any.