Once he realized his excuses weren't getting through, he made a break forit, and jetted out the door of the apartment. He found that running downthe s...airs was a little more difficult than he was used too, since he hadto deal with the short heels affecting each step. Still he was prettyimpressed with himself, as he seemed to be getting along fine. That is,until he reached the last tier of stairs, and tripped, rolling all theway down, and out into the street.When he stood up, the first thing he. A good ten minutes passed with just the two of us in the room watching the movie. Joan was absent, John was oblivious to that, and I felt badly that our pretend family activity had apparently failed. The movie had progressed away from swimming pool and bikini scenes and had actually morphed into a semi-serious issue between the characters. Neither one of us noticed when Joan reentered the room.Walking slowly, mimicking the actions of Phoebe Cates on the screen, Joan moved to stand directly in. Kean had been faithful. He saw in her everything he wanted and had no intention of leaving, but she would have to realize that on her own. He thought that by doing a little bondage that could be a trust building exercise. He assured her he wanted to start off light and slow, only doing what she would feel comfortable with. But as of yet, she still hadn't gone for it. Her long hair dark brown hair was pulled back in a big wild pony tail, stray strands brushing his cheek as she bobbed her head. This was unexpected. ‘She wants you to ask for it.’ John’s sipped his drink while William remained silent. John was also silent and in thought, but then noticed William staring at him expectantly. ‘Oh, I gotta ask for it… Okay.’ His tone became wheedling. ‘William, may I pleeeeeease have Amy’s number?’ ‘Do you want it?’ ‘Oh my god, are you on your period? Give me her damn number already.’ William took out his phone and texted it, and resisted the urge to give too much input on how to conduct.