Long seconds passed while he stared at the monitor, afraid to read the message, afraid of having hope. After a few more pulls on the bottle, he steele... himself and opened the message: Hi Tom, I understand if you don’t want to write me everyday. But send me a note once in a while, to let me know how you’re doing. Please? Hannah Tom’s emotions fluctuated between elation and despair. But foremost, he experienced flat-out relief. Why hadn’t she written all these months? Quickly, he wrote a reply.. His hands cupped my ass cheeks. "You just have to wait a little longer babe", he said. "It was a long trip and I want to take a long hot shower to help wake me up". That was fine I thought as dinner was still cooking. Ben was in the bathroom taking a shower when I heard a knock at the door. I opened it wearing just the apron. "Oh hi Jerome." I said. "Hey Melanie." he stared at me. "I forgot to give this to you. You had dropped it on the bus." It was my Palm Pilot that I used for contacts, tasks. Dr Blackwell will deal with you today as its your first donation." she told me matter of factly.Dr Blackwell did appear shortly after that."Hello Keith, I'm glad you've arrived on time, but of course we expect males from Rachel's string of studs to be well behaved. Come on through Keith." she told me.The room was warm and clean but very sparse and clinical. A low table dominated the centre and a simple chair was placed by the wall. On the table were various things you might expect; tissues,. We are alone in that house , we started chatting random topics. I always used to think about complimenting her hair because she got such a beautiful long silky hair. When she is trying to tie the hair up I just said, aunty you have wonderful long silky hair. I wish my future wife would have same type of hair for that she replied saying , marry me if you want and we both laughed for that. After that she asked me what are the qualities I would like in a girl to marry her. I was saying about all.