“Let’s get out of here.”It turned out to be a short walk to doña Clara’s establishment. There wasn’t much to announce it, a small sign that...said “Meals” beside the front door, that was it. Sofía knocked on the highest panel she could reach. If this had been a 1930s nightclub I’d have expected a small spy hole to open and a suspicious eye check us out. Instead, the door opened and a small man who appeared to be about ninety years old held it for us. His smile got wider when he recognized. ‘Well are you going to let me use the restroom, or do you want to clean the accident off the floor if I have to wait any longer? If there is even a bathroom in this dump?’ she sneered at him. ‘If you would have had an accident it would be you that cleaned it up, Princess,’ he said mildly, as he grabbed her arm and led her to the small restroom. He was fuming at her remark, but of course he knew that she was used to nothing less than luxury. Before he let her in the bathroom, he pushed her. " I think she needs your ministry more than mine" it had the sound of a rebuke.Christian reluctantly agreed and taking the torch from the major examined Ellie's pale complexion."Hyperventilation, nothing else," Christian stated, "now Ellie breathe with me, and calm down we are all going to be just fine"Christian gazed into her eyes closely as he calmed her, never before had he noticed the life in the dark green irises - they positively twinkled at him. Suddenly the eyes were gone, the torch had. ” “Hi, Maurice. My name is Charles,” I returned as I got ready for the massage from the nice well-built man. He had the kinda of muscles that I dream about. Like the baldheaded Mr. Clean in the commercials. He was even wearing white slacks and tight white t-shirt. Maurice asked, “Do you want the towel or not?” “No,” I replied. “We’re two guys and we have the same equipment.” With a sigh, I laid face down on the table and Maurice started to rube lotion on my back and legs. As he rubbed the.