. well, they were caught in the rain.There was a young sailor form BrightonWho remarked to his girl, “You’re a tight one.”She replied, “‘Pon...my soul,You’re in the wrong hole;There’s plenty of room in the right one.A lacklustre lady of BroughamWeaveth all night at her loom.Anon she doth blenchWhen her lord and his wenchPull a chain in the neighbouring room.A middle aged codger named BruinFound his love life completely a ruin,For he flirted with flirtsWearing pants and no skirts,And he never got. Her work discarded, the laptop opened for its light source only, she lay flat and naked. Exposed physically, mentally and willingly. Seeing his expression gazing down upon her body, the way his eyes honoured her beauty, the way he surveyed her, like he was giving thanks, made her thighs tingle and her stomach tighten."Oh my god, a silk scarf?... Where did he find that?.... That's not mine... Where did he....." I bought you a gift little one, do you like it?"His interruption timely, even though. I could get my mind off of her no matter how hard i tried. "Laura,Laura? Helloooo, Earth to Laura." Jenny said as she waved her hand back and forth in front of my face. Huh? Oh, sorry Jen." I said distractedly."That's okay. I was just telling you that my mom is gonna be working late tonight and I was wondering if you wanted to hang out with me." Jenny said. "Oh. Uh, no I can't. I have a...date tonight." I said after some quick thinking."Oh yeah!? With who? Come on, give me the 411." Jenny said. ’ Darbe walked through the door, tuning out the generic ‘Hi, welcome to Diego’s quarters, have a nice day’ chime. Surprisingly, Diego didn’t toy with the door this time and followed Darbe in. He took a quick glance around the room and frowned. ‘These are my ‘possessions?” Darbe looked around, somewhat embarassed, ‘Well, yes… that is… errr…’ he trailed off. Diego fixed him a piercing gaze then grinned. ‘My own fault I guess.’ He stepped around the room, taking in the small bunk that was his bed.