Literally throwing Kay onto the bed, Maura knelt between her legs practically tearing off her friend’s obviously expensive panties. “Cum for me, s...eetie,” she said just as she pressed her face into the neat patch of orange curls. Kay looked at me, standing in the doorway. She seemed a bit concerned. I just smiled, mouthing “Go with it.” She curled her fingers into Maura’s hair, pulling her tight and locked her thighs around her friend’s head. With her hips jerking and mashing into Maura’s. I learned later that pure Caucasian peoplewent right through, which kind of irritated me. I guess Thailand had noconcerns about profiling, which I agreed with as long as the profiling wasrational. But this was a minor irritation.When we got into the general part of the airport, someone from thesurgeon's office was supposed to meet us as part of the agreement with SRSpatients. We looked and looked, and finally, the Doctor made a call. Theytold her to get a cab, and they would reimburse her. . ” He pointed at his face, solid abs flexing with a chuckle. Get your head straight, Stacey. Running her hand through her long red hair, she tried to focus. “Let’s just fuck and get it over with.” “Your call.” He took the phone and gestured to the bed. She looked into his deep brown eyes. The corners crinkled as the side of his mouth curled up. A beautiful male specimen who never held his tongue, he wasn’t the datable type. He smoked, drank, and had a different girl every week. Her husband. But here you are, the earliest time in the life of Allan Jonsson."So there began a journey through my life. The first album had pictures of my mother and father, both of whom I recognised, though I had to be told that the baby and the boy was me. There were school photo's, holiday snaps and Christmas photo's. She told me who the people were when I couldn't remember them, but I was surprised by the number whose names came back to me unaided.Then there were teenage parties, school trips, photo's.