He wore a black silk shirt and black pants. ‘What do you think about, Nazara?’ the woman asked, now holding both her hands over his. ‘This has b...en such a wonderful day. I was just thinking about when I took pictures of you with my camera. You remember, near the fountain’ he replied to her softly. ‘I had a wonderful day, too. But why do you already talk about it as if it was over?’ she inquired, curiously. ‘Scarlet, the evening is young. I had other things in mind, my angel of desire’ the man. ”He pulled out a map and showed me two valleys that had a low set of hills that separated them before they were joined by their rivers. The valleys fed into the area that was deemed Weston, from the northeast.Both of their rivers fed into another major river that came into the city from the east. The valleys occupied an area that filled a gap between Darren, Mike and Lon’s shires. It sat just behind the low range that formed the current border of Weston’s Shire.“We can enter this area, but. Almost everything.He was lonely.He craved human touch. He needed the touch of a woman as a thirsty man needs water. He was slowly withering away in his abstract wonderland of intellectual delights.Then he discovered Sassanid Dynasty love poetry.The translations couldn't do it justice. Learning the old Persian dialects had posed no great difficulties for an accomplished language afficionado. The poetry, in its primordial, untranslated version, rang as clearly as a bell in the empty cathedral of. Louise followed his gaze and smiled at him.Louise leaned over and whispered into Daryl's ear, "Honey, is this hottie a present for me?"Daryl laughed and swatted her ass again, "Would you like him?" Yes. I want him. I haven't tried one that young before," she purred.Alex grew uncomfortable at their whispering. They both looked over at him and grinned."Hey Alex, would you like to come over to our house for a few more drinks? We have a great deck overlooking the beach," asked Daryl.Truthfully,.