I had crafted it after reading many posts about Amsterdam’s red light district. She said yes with a cute Dutch accent and turned to climb the ladder...steep, narrow stairs. I took in the great view of her spinner’s body and particularly nice ass—Amsterdam stairways do do a great job of putting your eyes at a great level! I think she knew I was watching because as she climbed the steps, her hips swayed seductively.The stairs curved to the right just as you entered the room. On the left was a. I approach the pool further explaining my situation, now at ease you ask me to turn around so you may exit the pool. Noticing your towel, I do turn and move to it so I can hand it to you and coyly comment, ‘I hope you’re wearing sun block.’ You respond, ‘Thank you for the concern, unfortunately I’m home alone here so I had no one to put it on my back.’ ‘That’s a shame.’ I reply, ‘Would hate for your beautiful skin to be harmed, I’d be willing to rub some on you in exchange for directions.’ I. When she complained of an ache in her shoulder, I wasprepared. In her neck…arms…hands. It got to the point whereI would give her a massage everytime. (She would return thefavor). I started staying over more — even on school nightsand — the thing that makes my breath catch even now — shestarted taking showers at night and dressing in a sleep shirtand nothing else. I would massage her back first, feeling the relaxedfirm muscles in my grip. Feeling the first big. Did I dislocate his shoulder before his elbow broke, or did the slam into the pavement break his shoulder? Wait ... Why the fuck do I even care?As he screamed out in pain, I couldn’t resist saying, in purposefully bad Asian accented English, “Pain is for the weak.”I continued walking out the alley, crossing the street, and then returned to heading in the direction shown in my sunglasses.My sunglasses were a big help when the various forms of police and military responded to the shooting a block.