My fil left for his office. No one else in the house to open the door. She is an insurance agent and called me to take an insurance policy. So, i thou...ht of standing under the shadow of a tree until the door is opened. I moved to my right. I noticed from the gap on the window, my uncle sitting on the cot in his bedroom with his back to the window. “oh, he has not gone to the office” probably he is dressing, i thought and moved further. Now i saw a female’s head that made me awesome. I just. He was more outgoing than Ryan, but a little odd."We're pulling into the driveway," replied Sophie, Jack's girlfriend. She Jack had never really had any success with the lady friends until Sophie a year ago. Sophie was a gorgeous redhead who had always attracted a lot of attention with nothing happening until Jack. Like Jack was sort of odd and their weird humour just sort of clicked. Ryan and her had clicked as well and he enjoyed spending time the three of them."How do you know?" asked Ryan. Claire teases me, striking a pose in the doorway. She is fully clothed, still wearing her two-piece suit of skirt and jacket – it is the beige-gold one in soft summer-weight shantung fabric, with a two-button tulip jacket that enhances her curves and emphasises her narrow waist, and a pencil skirt tapering to a little above her knees, zip-fastened at the hip and with a slashed back vent. Underneath the jacket is an Italian pintuck white shirt, tightly-tailored and unbuttoned at the throat,. "Aha, Missy so very nice to be seeing you agains. Please be seated at my table, and we begins to eat, drink and be very merry, aha ha ha ha ha..." he guffawed in good humour. It wasn't until I maneuvered over to the far side of the table that I saw another sight that caused an eyebrow to rise - there were at least a dozen young boys, none out of their teens, I'd wager, standing firm against the wall, almost in shadows, with an equal number of young girls kneeling at their feet and applying what.