There’s a good chance that in the next few days or so, you and Paco will be moving a few of her things here from her home in that truck of yours. Yo... already probably had that in mind if she asked. But that’s not the way that I see it happening. You’ll move her stuff here for a slightly different reason and she won’t really ask because she won’t need to.’ She looked down, ‘Our people come from Andalusia, and I’m part gypsy. You know how my feelings turn into little realities sometimes, so. We both then lay on the ground, still inside each other, looking at each other. I asked her, what she wanted to do in her sex life apart from this. She told me that it was weird and that I wouldn’t like doing it, but I insisted. It turned that we both shared the same passion. She got really excited and went to get her tiffin to do what we both had the dream to do. She asked me whether I would want to go first or after her. I told her to do it first.She took a bite of her sandwich and chewed it. He opened the door to find an old and battered staircase and quickly walked down them. Looking around, Nick found a living room filled only with a couch, coffee table, and a television propped on an otherwise empty wall unit. Adjacent to it was an equally abandoned kitchen, with a refridgerator and another boarded window, this one without light seeping through. Nick suddenly remembered walking across the street from his home the previous night when a bright light had confronted him. He had then. No names will be mentioned, other than the fact that my friend’s wife is a petit South East Asian, who is shorter than me and I'm 5'3, and hence, has petit, cute feet.This all started about five or so years ago. I have a good relationship with her. We get along well, so well in fact that some of other friends have commented at just how comfortable and close we were. We’re not best friends though. I only talk to her whenever I see my friend and her. But whenever we do, it’s as if we’re close.