‘Yes, that will be good,’ she confirmed, ‘Shall we meet in the coffee shop at the motel, it is a Little Chef, I think …. Say about two-thirty?...�� I agreed and we said our goodbyes and I let her hang up before putting the receiver down, sitting back and lighting a cigarette. Sunday was a good day for me, I wasn’t intending to work, Emma would be out riding and Gwen would be on duty at the hospital. I didn’t particularly care for the sneaking about aspect of this arrangement but in truth it wasn’t. I listened to her come up the stairs and then, unusually, come straight into the bedroom. I say unusually, as normally she'd head for the bathroom, brush her teeth, strip off and then come into the bedroom, get into bed and snuggle up so I was a little surprised when she padded over to my side of the bed and stood there. Sensing her just standing there, presumably looking at me, I opened an eye to see what was going on. When she saw me open my eye she crouched down by the side of the bed and. "My God, that was incredible," Janice said, leaning exhausted into Tim."I know," Tim agreed, pulling her closeJanice looked at Tim with a funny look. "How do you know?" I'll tell you later." Uh oh," Janice said."What's wrong?" I feel something running down my legs." Really?" Do you want to see?" Janice asked."Here?"Janice reached over and pressed the emergency stop button, bringing the elevator to an abrupt halt. Then she stood back from Tim and slowly lifted her skirt."Oh my God," Tim said. Standing at 5 foot 11,3rd generation mexican.richard was confidentin his skin.when he wasnt at college he was at the local boxing gym,building up his already cut physique.his friend pete was caucasian about an inchtaller than richard.pete had transferred from pasadena to take a computer class that was already booked up.pete did a smart alec wit to him that seemedseemed to compliment richards street smarts.Richard had transferred out of computer class but not before befriending pete.now they.