"Look, the police want to know if I'll press charges. My swollen face says yes, but I want to know if there's maybe an explanation?" You're asking for...an explanation?" She almost shrieked. Breathing deeply, she lowered her voice. "That's rich! Do you have any idea what you did to me?" Look, I know I vanished into thin air. I ... I didn't have any say in it. I'm sorry if that hurt you. When I was finally able to get somebody to visit you, you had dropped out. Nobody knew where you'd gone. Why. In fact we may want to turn it into a demolition party. I will let you know.", Chris replied. "What can I get for you Chris?", Sipke asked. Immediately he got angry looks from the tourists waiting in line before Christopher. Sipke ignored them and Chris handed him his shopping note. He quickly collected the breads and cake's and told Chris; "I will put it on your tab, Chris.". And to the tourists he said. "We always take care of our own first. But my mother will help you shortly.". Chris gave. He did win a game, but the superiority of Louise was impressive. While Rob ran across the court, sweating and cursing, she was light on her feet and always in control. Her ponytail danced on the collar of her shirt and her body always remained perfectly balanced. At first, it was mostly Rob’s imminent defeat that Alex relished, but more and more he began to admire Louise and the way she moved her curvy body, which was so much more graceful than one might expect.As he watched her beat her. He wondered aloud if the menu had changed since the last time he stayed. Chance answered his own question when he realized it had to, since it was after Thanksgiving and Christmas was approaching quickly. ‘I wonder if they have a good sauce for the ham, if they have ham,’ he mumbled as he exited the suite. He shook his head: the writing did him good. The walk down to the restaurant, a medium-sized, cocktail and beer-serving establishment, was quick. He joined the queue of guests and waited. .