I love him too,” I replied. “Give me a hug,” Ryan said. “Are you gonna kick us out?” I asked. “No,” Ryan replied. Then I hugged him tigh...ly, I still had a few tears on my face though. But he couldn't take it anymore. “OK go wipe those tears off your face. I hate it when you two do that. Tell me what you gotta tell me about this,” Ryan said. Then I got up and got a tissue. I wiped off my tears for a few seconds. After that I sat down with Steve and held his hand “So you two really are together?”. As I have never even come close to doing anything with a pro working girl like this before, I was extremely nervous and circled three times, and each time I was met with the coquettish gaze of this lithe, super cute blonde with water blue eyes. She was wearing a radiant blue bikini and the colored lights of the window gave her skin a supernatural glow. I didn't think I could actually do it; it seemed unreal. Just as I turned to return to my hotel, my brain said fuck it—go back. I turned. Beneath the cloak, she spied a ruffled white poet's shirt that hung open to his waist and exposed his firmly muscled chest. His chest was bronzed, smooth and hairless. His trousers were a lighter shade of brown than the cloak and tailored to accentuate his narrow waist and hips. Antoinette's control slipped and she found herself in such a state of shock that she lost focus for a moment and blinked. This new Erik smirked as he took note of her response. She retaliated by folding her arms across. Her hair was a fuzzy mess, and her eyes were coated in dust from her long sleep. Her head felt kind of weird, like it did sometimes when she slept for much longer than she really should have. Jana stood up slowly, blinking in the light as though she might fall back down at any moment. The sleep was retreating now, the memories of Friday returning. Vague, but growing stronger. At any moment, she was sure she'd remember absolutely everything. No need to rush it, best to treasure the blissful.