He could feel all of her curves, all of her heat pressed against him. He wanted more. He stood up, slid one arm down behind her knees and lifted. He l...ughed when she protested she was too heavy. ‘Lani, you’re a feather. I bench press at least twice what you weigh.’ He silenced the next protest with a kiss, then carried her to his bedroom. ‘See, now,’ he said, laying her on the bed and moving over her. ‘Isn’t this much better than hiding with an iPod while your roommate gets it on in the other. I had eyes for men much like a woman does as she finds her mate.The marriage was a joke i cared nothing for Carrie and our sex life was nonexistent she would berate me in front of friends and total strangers that is how i found Michael. I had gone out with Carrie and once she had a few drinks in her the name calling started some of the names really didn't bother me but names like fairy and others that questioned my masculinity were hurtful along with her gestures like the limp wrist. I left. But her mobile,expressive face - she had a way of exposing her small, sharp teeth whenshe spoke - and her jerky movements created an impression of nervousnesswhich, I was to discover, belied her true, strong character.Georgina showed me to my room which proved to be a large airy L-shapedroom, with an en suite bathroom taking up the corner space between themain frontage of the building and one of the arms of the L. Oppositethe bathroom was a pink door evidently leading to another room and for. She joined a table where an old man was having a martini. He was elegantly dressed but otherwise not in the least attractive. He was not just older, but old, with a largely bald head surrounded by a thin crown of white hair. He had a thin, stooped body. His slave was about Kim’s age, with a slight pot belly and the rounded, slightly flabby backside of someone who did no exercise. Since the slave had no ankle bracelet, he must have been a guest. As they arrived he was on his knees next to the.