Louisa pretends she's too hoity-toity to write to other concubines. It's not really that, its more she doesn't know how she might relate to you. She's...a wonderful lover and truly devoted to my mistresses, but she's also so much older that at times we don't have a lot in common.Bree would write, but I think she's still recovering from what happened to Erica. We knew about Erica being arrested when Horace and the rest of the tank crew returned alone. They could tell us that both Willow and Erica. . Uh . . Well, let me look again.” (Wipe motions through the blur.) I placed my hard-on smack dab on the glass once more. “That's might not be the best way to tell. Here's a towel . . .” She opens the stall door! And hands it to me. I see, that she is wearing her white silk robe, unusual for this time of day, but not unheard of on a Sunday afternoon. Still . . . I begin to dry myself. “Would you like me to do that? Give me the towel.” I step out dripping on the rug, This is more. “Nothing really” I said, “Sit around, eat Shawarma, Ride the subway; I’d like to live in Brooklyn, but it costs too much.” She nodded, and looked forward. There was a pause. I drank more Gin; the little fire in my belly was a welcome assault on my being. I began to warm up to the show. It was just like a show in a back-water strip club, everything looks wrong and twisted; eventually you just adjust to the crookedness. I ask Ashley what she wants in life; I ask her why she is here. She looks. She was shivering ,closing her eyes. I touched her cheeks. She moaned and held my hand. I had earlier experience with another young maid back home.I lifted her to my bed. I started to kiss her from forehead, cheeks and lips. She held me by neck and sucked my lips and tongue slowly in return of my kiss. She said, never in her wildest imagination ,she thought, would be able to get me in her arms. I was a young man, why I was interested in a older maid like her. I should get a pretty girl of my.