‘I have a strange story to tell, a true story. I would not like the story to die with me. Are you in a mood to listen?’ ‘I would be pleased to,�...� I said. ‘Would you publish it?’ ‘Certainly if I think readers will like it.’ ‘Even if it is unbelievable?’ ‘That is for the reader to decide. Anyway true stories have to be stranger than fiction.’ ‘My story is strange, so strange that at times I myself doubt if it happened. So far I told it to a few close friends. I had to keep it to myself but now. Alexander Skarsgård. He’s supposed to be a feminist, so he should have no problem with female authority, right, or with serving a woman like me! And he’s a fellow Swede ... I like the idea that we can commiserate about being Swedes together in England,” Karin licked her lips as she made her wish.“Well, he’s a delectable one. I would do him for sure! If he was into dudes, that is,” I chuckled while Tammy began kissing me straight from an anal-oral threesome with her parents.“You never know,”. Rachel turned back to him slowly, taking in his words as she repeated his words sarcastically. ‘Something nice to look at? I’m pretty sure you’ve gotten enough of that all evening. You know, with my beautiful locket and all.’ Jim persisted. ‘Yeah, I’m not complaining, but you know, you were the one that for some unknown reason started spouting off about your nipples and how much you loved your boobs, blah blah blah. Then you practically threw yourself onto me as I tried to carefully pull my. I assume my eyes shine as strong as hers. They signal the underneath electrifying tension we'd built up in our chats over last two weeks. Something sexy seems prone to happen, although none of us has yet any idea what, nor at whom's instigation.I inform her about the area around us, offering possibilities for our erotic entrtainment later in the evening and night. Right across the pedestrial streetwalk from our terrace is another one. Belongs to 'Media Cafe', where a daily talk-show is shot.