Beside me was a lady in her thirties in a black one piece which just covered her thighs. She was milky white in color and her figure may have been 36c...30-38. My friends were drunk so behaved weirdly although not disturbing anyone. But still were a center of attraction. So she started the conversation.She- Seems like they’re way too drunk.Me- Haha, they’ve become out of control. Taking then home safely will be a tough job.She- Where do you live.Me- (place name)She- Ooh great, I live nearby.Then. We hold each other. “Luke...thanks for everything. It’s only been over a week since we’ve met and yet..I don’t think I’ve ever been so close to someone! The way you helped me when I was feeling sick, taking me to Mexico for vacation, spending time with you and my sister...it all honestly feels like a dream! I haven’t been this happy in a LONG time! Thank you!” Violet continues to hug me, as I just let out a chuckle. “Violet...I honestly can say I’ve never been THIS happy in my entire LIFE!. Roberts said with a smile, "I hardly think that a career I've devoted seven years of study and thousands of dollars in student debt is nonsense." He looked at the man, whose cheeks flushed, clearly growing embarrassed from his impoliteness. Dr. Roberts walked over to a small cart with glasses and bottles, pouring a drink in a small glass. "But, I guess I am a little biased. Can I offer you a drink, my good sir?" I'm sorry about calling it nonsense. I just don't...Well, none of it is actually. "Both." Laura laughed some more and he turned back to the tub. He waved the full wine glass carefully at her. "Listen, you want this, or will you wriggle forward first?" Why do I need to move?" I want to take a bath." With me?" Of course with you, wench." Well then," she responded, shuffling her body forward a little in the tub. "You're wrong." Uh huh," he said, handing her the glass. "Why is that?" Thank you. Because, dear husband, you have the best ideas. What's with the book?" I might get.