”Ten minutes later, they were seated at the breakfast table. Elizabeth had made a delicious looking salad that contained a variety of meats and chee...e. Tommy touched his wine glass to hers. “Let’s drink to happy days.”“And happy nights,” she said sweetly. “I’m going to be in Cincinnati for the next two nights. What am I going to do without you?”“Probably relax and recuperate,” he grinned.“I’m willing to bet that by the time I get back to my hotel room following dinner, I’ll be horny and wanting. My god she tasted good. I fingered her hair as my tongue dipped into her mouth, now with a little more urgency. We knew we didn’t have long and we both wanted it so so much. I could feel her hand cupping my little breast, searching for my nipple that was now getting hard under the silky bra I was wearing. Steph’s breasts were just what I expected – larger than mine with beautiful nipples. I bent my head to take one in my mouth, nibbling and sucking on it to make it hard for me. My jeans fell to. My face had a pale pallor and, quite frankly, I looked a mess. I’d really fucked up and was now just about at rock bottom. An overwhelming sense of shame washed over me; incidents came unbidden into my mind; how I'd lied, how I'd cheated, how I'd stolen. Suddenly I wasn't so proud of my reputation; I was a slut, and I was ashamed of it. And now there was Her, She had berated me, I definitely knew She wasn’t happy with me, but there was something there, something else. This wasn’t the. " Rugs can be interesting," Omar said. He pulled the carpet back and examined the weave."Couple of quality Persian rugs, at least that's what I was told," Scott moved some boxes and unrolled the bundle.Omar helped him."We can find a place for these," the assistant said."This," Scott said pulling the smallest of the three aside, "is an Afghani war rug."Omar studied the carpet. "It's different." Some of them are kind of crappy, but I liked this one. See this repeating pattern?"The design.