My mind was totally engrossed by the life and problems of fictional Emily and I even missed a couple of meals to feel the pangs of hunger that I knew ...he would feel far worse than me. (I didn't even cheat by snacking on a packet of crisps). I know I should have done more of my coursework but I just couldn't leave this story alone and cracked on and finished it — well as far as the first draft went.Chapter twelve. Return to the ManorThe journey to Fulham was tedious with several wrong turnings. You cunninglyentice me into cleaning it for you... y'know, via that intriguing offerof yours. And whalla! I innocently go and get myself sucked downinside of the dastardly thing where, unbeknownst to little old your'struly, I end up getting jinnhood whipped on me! And then, to top thewhole inglorious thing off, given some very persnickety presetconditions that were just lounging around waiting to be enacted by thepresence of the human element, I end up with a body that's - balls tothe walls. “Bret, this place is incredible! I can’t believe we are here. I have to call Sam, you don’t mind, do you?” Syd asked excitedly.“No, go ahead and call when we get to the room. We will relax and freshen up for a few hours, then go grab some dinner,” I said.We got off the elevator and made our way to the room. I didn’t mention it was a regular room, but a suite. Why not enjoy our stay in luxury? The room was amazing. It had a king-size bed, a flat screen on the wall, a mini-fridge, and a comfy. “What else?” Rachel asked, looking up at me as she slipped her bra strap past her elbow. Her eyes blinked open and closed very quickly as she looked at me. When I didn’t answer, she asked, “Are you nervous?” I couldn’t lie. I was nervous as hell. Rachel silently reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, allowing the one remaining strap to slip off of her shoulder, exposing her luscious 36 b cup breasts with perky little pencil-eraser-tip-like nipples. “Do you like my boobs?” Rachel asked..