"My thanks for your hospitality. I am glad to have met you, and to know you are a cousin," I told him sincerely."I am glad I was the first to welcome ...ou back. You always have a place in my home," he said dropping my hand and hugging me to him.Shortly the gate was activated, and Mirwanna led our group through the gate. We arrived in a large room that had several people standing around and talking. Two men broke off and went directly to Mirwanna.The rest of us received curious looks, but it was. However this guy, I don’t know something about him I liked.From the first conversation with him, he suggested we chat on a normal dating site. That attracted me more. He was very direct and to the point. I was a woman of his taste. He liked older, black, full-figured women. That is quite specific but he stated many times that is what he liked. For about a month now, we chatted on the normal dating site before graduating to MSN. Although we mostly had normal conversations, in Swedish, I. I had been staunchly opposed to this aspect of the operation. Somehow, Sam had been able to curry favor with the owner of the residence – a certain Mr. Wu – and gained not only his permission to access the residence, but also the security code to enter through the front door. This had been an exceedingly foolish move on the part of Mr. Wu; Michael theorized that Sam was in possession of some sort of incriminating information. The dwelling, we knew, had a large underground suite with a number of. Nice ass, she thought, sliding her phone into her pocket.Jeremy's eyes were now closed, and he felt he would surely faint if the person below said anything. A second or three passed and then he could hear the sound of the door being locked, followed by the footfalls of someone going down the flight of stairs toward the building entrance. It seemed an eternity before he heard the sound of the main entrance door opening and closing with its characteristic slam.Jeremy remained outside Wendy's door.