”Sonny gave the idea all the serious thought it deserved... “Okay,” he decided.They grabbed two towels from the dresser and stepped out, closing...the door softly behind them.Twenty minutes later, feeling slightly guilty for having lazed away the morning like that, she got up as well and opened the dresser to grab a towel as well (Shit! She couldn’t avoid it; she absolutely had to do some housekeeping today – the drawer was empty. At least she didn’t have to wash her own sheets and towels.) In. I especially found Hemingway to be stimulating for some reason, listening with rapt attention while I imagined the scenes and characters in 'For Whom the Bell Tolls' and while I didn't really understand the story, I understood well enough the feelings behind it and I would cry sometimes, so that Master would put his book down and lie down beside me, holding me until I stopped.The talks we had were simple ones really, nothing more than everyday conversations that anyone might have. He would tell. I then borrowed some socks, a T-shirt, and some tennis shoes, all of which fit me perfectly, threw on my coat, and the two of us walked over for dinner. As we ate, I suggested that we try some of the local shops and see if we could find me some decent clothes, but Shelly informed me that the only credit card she had brought was her corporate card, and that she had pushed the limit using it to rent the car. We would have to make do with whatever cash we had. Between the two of us, we had plenty. Shay was with her four girlfriends at the local bar they usually hung out at. The place was a small, dark dive with a bar, a few tables, and a couple of pool tables. There was an old jukebox in the corner that was usually playing some kind of classic rock song. The girls were having a great time drinking and laughing together. They were sitting at a table in a corner of the bar. Guys surrounded the five ladies, who were shamelessly flirting and teasing the young men. However unknown to.