About 6:30 p.m. a very smartly dressed woman came into the bar and moved to the bar to get a drink. Someone in the group made comment, along the lines...of "look at that snooty bitch". Looking over I could see they were not far off the mark; she was about 5' 8" with dark hair, quite attractive in a handsome way rather than beauty queen material, and really well dressed in a dark suited jacket and skirt with white blouse. But she looked like she should be in an executive meeting of some large. 2, "Newlife", (но к сожалению сейчас скатившуюся в "исправлена опечатка"), я никак не мог понять - почему вместо кнопки "Next week" не написано "Next day"? Почему мы играем по выходным, и неужели на неделе так всё тухло и рутинно что не стОит об этом упоминать? (ну, за редкими отстойными ивентами по работе).Вот и появилось желание заглянуть "behind scene" так сказать, узнать - что скрывает автор, заставляя нас проматывать семьдесят процентов жизни нашей героини.Ах да, - т.к. я не являюсь. As I started drifting off, my mind shifted to the pleasant thought of being cuddled and comforted in my brother's strong arms. I fell asleep. I woke up about 2am and decided to go to the kitchen for some water. I headed down the stairs to the kitchen and got a glass out of the upper cabinet. I'm 5'2" so I had to stretch to reach them. I started pouring myself some water when I heard Jim."Everything OK?" he asked. He startled me and I gave a small yelp. I'd forgotten he'd be sleeping on the. Greta bared her round breasts beside me, her naked hip brushing mine. Shevoin groaned.“Is that better?” I asked, dropping my slip.“Oh, gods,” the mage groaned. “Your father will be wroth if he learns about this.”“Learns about what?” I asked, my hands seizing Greta's body, roaming her naked flesh, feeling my bedmaid shudder beneath my touch. “Wanting to help him?”“You think this is helping him?” the mage said, voice strangled. “Coming into my bedchamber? He...”“Loves me?” I asked. “He does. And.