At first glance, he didn’t see where Letitia kept her art. The cherry wood writing desk was clear of material. Scanning the room, he saw a plain ced...r chest near her bed. Glancing from side to side and waiting a few seconds, listening, he then crept over to the box and pried it open. Inside there was a plethora of pens and loose-leaf paper. Drawings of men, mythical beasts, mermaids with long legs that were webbed, horses and centaurs seemed to permeate the pages. There was a drawing of. "Who's there?" said Julie in a threatening tone. "I've got a gun!" she added."Julie, it's me, Bobby," he called. He took another couple steps back from the window.The corner of one of the curtains lifted up, and the top of Julie's face appeared at the window ledge, visible from the eyes up."Bobby... just go away, all right?" she said pleadingly."I just wanted to be sure you're okay, Julie," he replied. "I'm sorry I yelled at you." I'm sorry too, Bobby... But I can't be your girlfriend any. As jean leant on the divider talking I could see that her gown was slightly open at the top and gave me a glimpse of her small, slightly sagging tittie, I am sure her nipples were still hard from the massage and I noticed the shine of oil telling me that Gary had a good go at those little puppies.“I just love the relaxed atmosphere here Frank, don’t you?” she asked and I admitted that I did, “Why don’t you bring your drink and come join me?” she asked smiling, “Sure, why not” I said and got up. 'Where am I, who is this guy I'm with. I'm sure I don't know him so why is he touching me like this. He must be my boyfriend, but I don't seem to know him. I try to push his hands off my thigh but my body doesn't respond to my instructions. He's kissing me now and my body is kissing him back. Oh no please don't touch me there, his hand are all over me now, cupping and stroking me and my body appears to like it. Oh no now my clothes are coming off, my top and bra now my skirt and knickers. I am.