“H-hello?” a familiar voice called.“Rosa???”“Reynauld! Is that you?”“Yeah.”She walked to him, her form barely visible in the darkness....��I'm so glad” she said, her voice cracking as she embraced him eagerly. Reynauld welcomed her embrace, wrapping one arm around her warmly.“Not much of a rescue, huh? Sorry I couldn't do better.”She shook her head against his chest. “It's not your fault. I felt so stupid, getting jumped like that.”“It's not your fault either.”They held each other in silence for a. I call it a town and not a city because cities where I come from are considerably larger, but never mind that. The main check-in is on the south-east corner with a large field spanning the majority of the entire southern side. On the south-west side there are many cabins, caves, and secluded areas that amount to a series of rooms that can be booked for sleeping and/or fornicating with any caught “prey”. Most clients opt for some form of accommodation during their stay, even if it’s a simple. They use stuff on it, sprays and gels and all that kind of thing. Why do they do that? I think it has something to do with making a presentation. They want a certain response, whatever that may be. But I don’t want to touch hair like that. It looks all hard and fake. At the other end of the spectrum are people who don’t wash it, or cut it, or take care of it at all. I’m not sure what that means, but it rubs me the wrong way for some reason. I don’t want to touch that hair either. It’s not. "Let's drop the subject and get our asses home," he said."Now that's the second sensible thing you've said." She stood up, "I'm going to the bathroom. Pay the bill and I'll meet you back at the house."As it turned out, Argie followed John all the way. Once inside, he began to shed his clothing, leaving a trail in his wake as he headed to their master bedroom. Argie waited until they were in the bedroom before starting to strip."Sit down, John," she said, and then turning on a CD, she began a.