My aunt had a bottle of coconut and castor oil in her hand. She in front of me, sat there and started to oil her hair for 20 minutes and kept doing it...so. I couldn’t stand it and I got up took a walk and while on my way she had been sitting on the stairs and still oiling heavily. She handed me the bottles and told me to put them back on the table. I did and she came back inside and combing her hair she asked me “How is my hair? Is it still thick as when I married your uncle in my early age? Is. We kissed the air next to each other's cheeks and I noticed that Sandy gave my body a quick once-over, but nothing offensive. With him, it was routine to ogle. But after all, with that robe, there was nothing for him to see."Hi, Sandy. Didn't the doorman tell you that Greg left early this morning for New York?" Yes, he did. Thanks for having me up, but I really had to talk to him." Can I help?"He hesitated. "Well, its kind of guy stuff."I wouldn't take no for an answer. "Well, try me. Sit down. I wanted her badly when I saw her and also her bare legs were making my mouth water. I told my friend that I want to have her. He told me that he can introduce me but dont know how she will react.We went to her and he started talking, she was hesitant at first then she joined the conversation. I got to know that she was looking for a place, I had once near my home and told her I can show her the area. She wanted to change home in next 10 days hence she reluctantly agreed to meet me and we. Report your status!" He ordered."Sir," Auctorita's voice said over the comm., "most of the fleet had already folded out of here when these guys showed up. It's just us and fourteen other Quevian cruisers. We are under attack by perhaps twelve Ghaleran vessels, but we have one problem; they seem to have singularity generators. One of our sister ships was already caught by a close range singularity, and ripped to shreds. If we let any of the ships targeting the Pride get off a shot, we'll be dead.