I put it next to the other one and then as I always did with my third book I closed my eyes and reached for the top rack. Putting my hands on the boo..., I closed my eyes and counted to both sides until my arms where starched out. I then took the books that I felted last. Pulling them out a little I took the first one and started reading from the middle. After a while I put it back and took out the other one. Opened it in die middle and started to read again. I flipped a few more pages on. This. At lunch, she asked the maid if Mr. Andrews was in the hotel at the moment. ‘Yes, ma’am, I believe he is,’ she replied. ‘Can you do me a favor?’ she asked the young woman. ‘Can you please let me know if he leaves?’ she said, slipping some coins into the girl’s hand. ‘Oh, that’s not necessary,’ she said returning the coins. ‘It will be my pleasure.’ The maid left the room and proceeded directly to the lobby where she found Nicholas in his office behind the front desk. ‘Excuse me, sir. You said. Leah and I talked more n more often. During this time I was dating Chia, my wife, girlfriend at the time. Leah and I became close like peanut butter and jelly and we had a lot in common. Same thing with Chia as well. These two women were so similar that I couldn’t get them off my mind. Except that Leah had bigger tits and ass. Now they’re both thick, and that’s what I loved about them, especially Leah. We often talked about her ex, and about how they had sex and everything. Then one day, I went. His body was rippled with muscles, long and lean. Straight hair swept away from his strong face, flowing over his ears. It seemed as if some old nordic hero had posed for this figure, for he was correct in every detail. Ja, even his maleness was full, for he was nude, after the classical school. His skin was golden bronze, a subtle blend of dark and white chocolate, of caramel and honey. The sculptor even boasted his work had cherry liqueur blood, even as a man would, If the Statue could dance,.