I knew I had to keep my personal life far separated from my professional life. My personal life style was far removed from my profession and never the...twain shall meet, was my motto. Having to justify how I lived my personal life, with the expectations of the community I served, would be a huge problem and major disappointment to the people I served.Later that evening I got a phone call from one of the people who knew me well. It was Monk who called. "Hello Sylvia," his voice came from the. I was the first to realize what the situation was and as such, I was the first to go into action. We'd ended up in the centre of the battery facing the barracks that had held the garrison and where Elsa had left her guards watching over the men that she'd captured. That structure was under attack by a couple of dozen men. The men were all big and burly and they were dressed in leather armour and they had studded leather skull caps. A group of them had an improvised battering ram in their. This client is about 40 years old and works as a teacher. She has an amazing body and features. She contacted me through a story I posted in ISS account.I got an email after my story was published on ISS from a woman named Divya Chaudhary (name changed). She appreciated the content. I thanked her in the reply. She then asked me if I could provide services in Noida for her friend and I agreed to meet her. We met along with her friend which went amazing for her but this story is for another. I knew, when I called him a few weeks ago and asked for a tour, that he would gladly oblige me. And boy, did he. But more about that later.Greg and I were walking the stairs to the porch when Mike came to the door. "Hey, Linda", he said, giving me a warm hug. "Hey, Mikey", I said, a little too casually, I suppose. A broad smile appeared on Mike's face. "This is Greg, my fiancee. Greg, this is Mike." The two shook hands and eyed each other up. I couldn't help but laugh to myself. Mike put his.