Standing up, I wiped my mouth with my hand and smiled. He was still coming down from his release and he looked a me with downturned eyes. His natural ...molder was so sexy it turned me on even more. ‘I love you so much,’ he huffed in a low voice. I wrapped my hands around his neck and he kissed mine. His soft tongue caressed my collarbone and I dug my hands into his hair, tugging on it slightly. He undid the belt on my pink robe and took it off, swearing at the lacy black slip with lace I was. " She took me by my elbow and steered me into the kitchen. Again I was impressed - dark cabinets and stainless steel appliances. I was also talking to myself. "What the fuck are you doing, idiot. You've returned her purse, now get the hell out. What? You're actually going to sit down and eat with her? Fool, get the hell out. Get away from her."Maybe I was a fool, but I didn't get out. I looked at the spread on the table - tuna salad, egg salad, fresh tomatoes, onions, etc. Croissants, they. Instead of bending down at the waist as Iwould have done in pants, I instead bent at my knees and went straightdown. I was able to reach down and pick up the book from the floor withmy other hand and I brought the book up to my bosom holding it cradledthere in my arm to also partially hide my cleavage. Then I rose straightup back on my heels and when I was standing again I offered the book toLisa."Did I pass the test?" With flying colors. You did that effortlessly, Molly. How did youmanage. He got up and opened it. It was his Pakistani neighbour from downstairs. Khaled. Khaled was a second generation Pakistani-Brit and was half Rogan's age. Khaled lived alone too."Did you watch the news?" Khaled asked Rogan."You mean about the aliens and UFOs? Hard to believe. I don't know if this is some government agenda or this is an inside job, like 9-11," Rogan proposed, chuckling.Rogan heard all kinds of conspiracy theories before, including one about 9-11 being an inside job heralding the.