You know the look I'm talking about.Anyway, she sat down on the ground and leaned up against the statue I was sketching. She opened a book and started...reading and I let my eyes kind of linger on her. Her breasts in particular. The button-down shirt she was wearing wasn't buttoned up that much. I could see her black lacy bra very clearly. And on each breast top, she had tattoos. It wasn't a picture of anything, it was just a design mirror-imaged on each breast. I got to imagining how the tats. Marise gave me a happy sigh and had took her thongs off in front of me. She then slowly bend over and told me that either holes were mine and that I could do as I please. Marise truly is a great lady when it comes to seduction.The next weekend Selina had turned up at Marise’s home. I was expecting Selina’s family to be there to however it was only her. Marise, Selina and I sat down and talked for about an hour until Marise said I will leave you two to practise your Spanish. Marise had then gone. Probably the only thing that would make him look good would be getting hit by a train. His bulbous nose was always pressed to a mirror. It might even make Ted Kennedy point and whisper, Gina thought. Vinnie couldn’t go one day without doing a line, or five. His paunch rested over the tortured waistband of his jogging suit and hung from beneath the hem of his always-a-size-too-small T-shirt. Until recently he actually made an effort to hide it, to look somewhat kept. It depended on how much coke. ’ Duet in Moans.” I wrote back: “ Sweetheart, I'm looking forward to that rhythm... a song and a dance of celebration for us, when we can get lost in each other and do and be everything for each other. This morning, I woke up in the hotel bazillion miles from you, and I kept thinking of a song by Chicago... 'cause I'm wishing you were here! “Even though you're far away, you're on my mind. Wishing you were here... And I'd love to change my life and you know I would Just to be with you tonight,.