Anything we have is yours... our money, our homes, our bodies, and even our minds. We give these freely to you. In return, we ask nothing, but receive...a lot. We receive love. We receive happiness. You have calmed our minds. Mary had been living a life in guilt. I was on the way to reckless hedonism. You have spared us from that."Debbie paused, and I thought about her words. The "reckless hedonism" seemed to be a good term for the wild sex that the three of us had been sharing, and I smiled at. He was her boyfriend. No. He wouldn't try that.As if he was reading my mind the hand that was holding my hair in its firm grip suddenly released me. Kevin still had my arm twisted up behind my back and I could not move. But his free hand now came to rest on my shoulder before sliding down to cup my breast. I struggled for only a second before the increasing pressure on my arm forced me to stand still as this young black man who had come into my home and effortlessly overpowered me gently but. "She's only 17!" Yeah, but she always looks for your name in the book and she has made a special effort to look nice today".Admittedly, she did look nice, her dark hair was braided into two plaits that hung down either side of her pretty face, she was wearing a white tee-shirt top that hugged her pert breasts quite snugly and her tight, flared jeans rested nicely onto a pair of white stiletto shoes."Right, I'll go and ask her" and off she flounced towards the back salon."Errm, wait, don't. . .". “Ow, sorry,” said Juan.“Oh, please. That doesn’t hurt. You're a military man now,” Isa said.“You’re strong, Titi,” Juan said, looking back.Juan looked in her eyes and began to get lost in them. He was going to miss her. They say “the eyes are the windows to the soul.” When he looked in them, he remembered all the things they went through together.“Oh, what am I going to do without you, sobrino?”Juan thought: ‘I was thinking the same thing, Titi.’“Morning, babe,” Isa’s fiancé and Juan’s.