That's Norway isn't it?" My father is junior Consul at the British embassy. I came back to England to do my nurses training." Oh, I see! If it was me,...love," Rosy said conspirationally, " I would have stayed put and found myself a tall blond Norwegian called Lars or Gunnar or something." She chuckled to herself. "Always fancied them blondies," she added.Rosy and Eliza sat down together for their dinner. Eliza picked at her plate, seemingly disinterested."Eat up girl," Rosy told her, "don't look. I stopped to take a breath.\Come on, sit up on the edge of the pool\ I said, leading her to the edge.I grasped her waist and quickly lifted her onto the side of the pool, her hips about even with my chest. She put her hands on my tits, kneading the heavy mellons in her palms as she watched me. My hands were still on her waist, but now I moved them lower to her thighs. They were very muscular for a young girl, and commented on how lovely they were. I stroked the outside of her legs, waiting for. I tell Ally what I've worn out, and she replaces it." Really?" Shawna confirmed it with a nod, and Hope's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Well, then... OK, how does she know what to get?" Replaces what's worn out." He shrugged, as though it were obvious."Which basically means black jeans, black t-shirts — with or without slogans - and very occasionally a light jacket." Shawna expanded the list."How do you see yourself, then?" Hope pressed on, determined not to be beaten. "When you close your eyes. She removed a number of items on the lounge and invited him to sit. “Tea or coffee?” she asked as he picked up a rather tattered magazine. “I would prefer tea Linda. I like coffee but it is only a drink whereas tea is my fuel”.“I gather you are a tea drinker”, she said as she joined him after putting down a steaming cup and an array of biscuits. “Yes I am”, he replied. Conversation was just general but he did notice that each time she moved, physical contact was on the agenda and although he.