For him it was perfect, what he thought it would be and more. For Melissa, it was… nice. It didn’t turn her world upside down or make her leg want...to ‘pop’ behind her. It was just… pleasant. Breathing heavily, Russell took her stunned look to mean that she felt it too. ‘See, Darlin’, I knew we could be like this.’ He just continued to palm her cheek and finally tilted her face to look at him, ‘Marry me, Mel,’ he breathed. ‘Please, be my wife.’ Melissa didn’t know what to think, what to feel. Only half a dozen websites came up on the search, and they all pointed to Nemrud Dagi in Southeastern Turkey—the burial tumulus of Antiochus I of the last century BC kingdom of Kommagene. The tumulus burial place was referred to as the Hierothesion.“Antiochus’ tomb is concealed somewhere inside the 165-foot high man-made burial mound, with its spectacular terraces on three sides.“On either side of the east terrace stand reliefs of the King’s ancestors, framing 20-foot tall figures of the gods. ‘I’m not 42, I am 54, I’m not small, I can’t remember when I was as small as I’ve led you to believe. The picture I sent is of someone else, a Co-worker of mine.’ I sobbed, barely able to get the words out as he listened, wordlessly to my rambling. When I was done, there was nothing but dead silence on the other end of the phone, I can’t imagine what was running through his mind. Everything he knew about me was a lie, other than my feelings for him. Finally after a couple of minutes, which. She had pulled up something on Netflix that we were watching intensely. Like I said before, she is a Latina and so had the best skin ever, and her ass was amazing. So when her parents left and she stood up to go lock the door behind them, I checked her out. She was beautiful and I loved the way the sweatpants cuffed her ass while it jiggled with each step. Man, lesbo thought after lesbo thought came through. So she came to sit down and we started joking around, but in my head I was thinking.