I'll never think of this damn place as home. And even worse, there weren't many women - maybe one for every thirtyguys or so - not that he could have ...fforded one. And he sorelymissed having a woman to share his lonely bed. "That's it," he muttered. "I'm going home. Some other fool can takemy place here in hell." "Perhaps, I might be of some assistance, Mr. Bartlett," said a voicefrom out of the shadow. "Who's there?" "A friend, Mr. Bartlett," replied the voice. A young woman dressedin the. Her tendrils didn't move the way Sveta'sdid in the book, snapping out like a whip to latch onto something andthen pulling her toward it, and then lashing out again to grab anotherhandhold; they lay on the ground and wiggled like a couple hundredsnakes,moving the head they supported with them.I knelt down to be close to eye level with her."I should have thought about that," I said. "Told it how the tendrilswere supposed to move." It's okay," she said, "if we can't get anything better. Let me. She was to take her mobile; they would take pictures for me. She had ten minutes to get there or we would be chucked out the club, no second chances.They said, they may send a lady to entertain me, or they may not. I would have to wait and see. As it transpired I waited alone.She slipped out of her clothes and into the lingerie, a quick swipe of lipstick, she put on the bath robe and left me. I sat alone wondering what was going to happen to her. I knew she would have sex, but with one man or. She asked us to read some chapter in organic chemistry. I was sitting in front of her and my friend sat beside me having a good view of our hot looking sides, this made him feel hot, adding fuel to it, and she leaned on table by pressing her huge bust against the table. My friend turned red hot he couldn’t control his feelings, so he quickly came very close to me,I was not aware of this, since I was concentrating on my book, suddenly I felt a hand moving around my thighs and moving towards my.