Maryam placed the glass on a table in front of her and I sat next to her on the sofa. Our shoulders were touching. The fine smell of a perfume she was...wearing was most alluring. “Well,” I said, “Now here we are Maryam; alone at last.” I spoke the words with lightness and some humor in my voice. She giggled cutely. I slipped an arm around her shoulders and she lean her head against my upper chest. I kissed the top of her head.“What will you do if I kiss you on the mouth?” I asked.“I’ll kiss you. It was normal, comfortable, and totally platonic. She shook herself. Enough. I’ll remember it. Langdon turned to the photo album and opened the first page, instantly recognising her own handwriting. She traced the lettering with the tip of her finger. ‘Cycle 1 – the younger years.’ The album was filled with events she remembered. The entirety of her first year compiled into a series of collages. Strange that she instinctively understood the comments under each picture, comforting that she. ..... It sounds like Steph is ready for some sexual activity and reasonably flexible with time. You are not planning to have her join you on your date on Monday even though she is available, and I concur.> I have written to her this morning in reply to her message of yesterday.She wrote - Morning Amber, 5pm in the 7th is ok for me if I can come straight from work and get changed at yours, I finish work at 3.15 so be a bit tight to go home get changed and make it to you on time. No I haven’t. His friends were having a great time and the guys were getting pretty loud when Mike snapped, yelling at me saying that was enough. In one swift move he grabbed my arm and throwing me over his lap starting smacking my bare bottom as fast and hard as he could. The room got real quiet as all the guys focused on my behind getting whacked and Mike forgot about his friends who were watching. Mike was furious, smacking me harder than he ever had before. The heat in my bottom grew quickly, the sting.