Piled high in a corner was a lump of men’s shirts, magazines and assorted shaving toiletries. ‘The Detritus’ she called it, the jumbled remains ...f Dean’s one-time male residence in her heart and home. The rest of the place, though, was totally girl, including, hello, an actual girl, who came stumbling out of the bathroom, towel on head, wearing a ratty old bathrobe. ‘Hi!’ she said, laughing, covering herself up and ducking into a bedroom. ‘That’s Christie, my roommate.’ explained Julie, then. More knick-knacks in the room; bookshelves flanking the fireplace.And on the walls of these two rooms were two modest pieces by NjidekaAkunyili Crosby and our most delightful acquisitions, three John Currinmasterpieces. The latter really strike a chord in my heart.We sat. The coffee, tea, and snacks were served from the trunk. Mary beganwith the weather. Kim turned the conversation toward food prices. I notedthe dangers of processed food. Lisa mentioned cancer and healthierliving. The. . . “What is it that you need?” I almost fainted right there, he sounded so sexy and husky. His hands grabbed my waist and I swear my skin burned from that touch alone. I turned around and there he was in all of his glory, standing so close to my body that I could all but smell the lingering scent of his aftershave. “I…uh I need the box of pasta from u-up there.” I went to move out of his way but he just grabbed on tighter as he pulled the box down not once looking away from my face and lips.. She hooked her legs on either side of the big armchair and let the two sets of eyes settle on their target. "FUCK ME......WELL I FUCKING NEVER.......I'm fucking speechless....jock...is my eyes ok....jock?" "Yes Ernie. Your no seeing things. She's wearing knickers we no front in them" "Crotchless fucking knickers...hee heeheehee. Told ya...I fucking told ya...didn't I...heehee. What a tramp. She's after some cock...jock....who the fuck gos to work in a shit hole like this....dressed in.