..what can I say. The type of neighbour you wish was on here and you spot her and think fuck me I can't believe it lol.Anyway she was knocking on my ...oor and I could see her hair was wet and she was wearing a cream fluffy dressing gown that also looked wet.I chucked on my boxers and ran down the stairs, my cock still semi hard in my boxers. I unlocked the door and opened it enough to peek my head round but so she couldn't see in. She was crying and she was soaked. I asked her what the hell. Shortly thereafter, Bridget left Scotty in the atelier to answer the door. Scotty heard them talking for a few minutes and then Bridget came back into the room with two other people, Professor Rath, a slightly built, dark lady of forty or so, with a little girl of about eleven or twelve in tow, her daughter. The daughter was small, slender, and blond.“And this is your model,” Professor Rath said, with some admiration in her voice. “Very good indeed, very professional. Well, you go right on. Talking of old jobs, Maureen rang up during that period and asked me to return there now that I was able to work again. Apparently, the guy who'd taken my job wasn't up to much and would be fired if I agreed to go back. Even though it was Maureen asking and not Richard, I still gave her a short sharp answer – two words, the last one being off.At the end of those couple of weeks, after more soul-destroying job searches, I'd decided to return to Kopolova's. Before I told Natasha, I decided to. ”The Emir breathed a sigh of relief. She had not taken the bait; her feet were still firmly on the ground and she was not about to take on a rôle for which she was ludicrously unprepared. However, he filed away at the back of his mind that in perhaps ten years’ time there had better be a women’s university for her to join.Turning to Nicola he asked, “And you, Nicola Price, Bachelor of Science of the First Class? Where do you propose to do your research?”“Oh, I’m not applying to do research; I’m.