We are then driven over to another industrial building in another part of town.This place was not as shabby and run down as H&S. And there were no bar... or concertina wire fences surrounding the place. It looked like a business front for a warehouse. We were herded off the bus and over to a regular glass door. That opened automatically and we walked into a room that was a lot different.This place was clean. Walls painted, and a lot of chairs around the edges. There was one woman and a single man. She is a bit up to date kind of girl with all the new fashions. Jennifer is the youngest of the family. She is totally the opposite of Rachael. She is shy, not so hippy and pretty simple. She has a thin body with not much breast but just enough and not much attractive.When I think of where did Rachael get her good looks, the one name that comes into my mind is of my mother. Now I know she is older but she works out a lot. I guess the extra good figure comes from her hectic job. After Paul past. He then walked back into the living room, and set the chilled glasses and wine on the table next to the rug. Following that he turned around and slid a Michael Bolton CD into the music console. It was the kind of music he called, “Fucking Music.” Natasha soon emerged wearing a thick flannel. She could see in his face that it was not what he expected her to be wearing. She just grinned and walked over to him, planted a big kiss on his lips and whispered, “I love you darling!” Under his breath he. Before I leave to go up to my room, I tell her that if she wanted to, I could lend her some movies now and then, today we do a lot better. She interpreted it as a laugh and motioned for me to leave, but I told her before leaving the room that I was serious, that there was no problem. The features of his face have changed; I think she was thinking about it.And I was right, because a few weeks later my mother knocked on my door, timidly, still with reddened cheeks, characteristic of when she is.