"One or two." Could I hear one?" "This one is called 'Breast Friends.' The title is silly, but thesentiments, I hope, are not." Having introduced th... verse, I recitedthe poem:A rose is a vow, solemn as a nun's,By which a man pledges eternal love,A flower as radiant as the sun'sWarm light, which, like the rainbow set aboveThe flood, by God, to remind mortalMen and women that he has chosen grace,Not judgment, so his covenant annulledShall never be, prompts the beloved her laceTo open, thus to. Lanterns lit the courtyard. Everything was present but the hostess. The servant bowed and left.There was a rustle and Deirdre appeared from another doorway. Duncan had seen the Irish Bard before in a tunic and pants, as well as nothing but a sheet and in fact nothing at all. Earlier she had been dressed simply in a loose cotton shirt and trousers. But now she was clad in what Duncan knew was called a giapo. Translated as "long dress", it was a high collared and tight waisted dress with a long. I had bought it in olive green, and although I had never worn such a skimpy style before it the cheek-ini in bikini style had become the norm on the beaches so I thought it was time to give it a go and let go of my conservative style and inhibitions.David’s new swimsuit sat low on his hips showing off his tight abs which direct my vision down to his bulging package. The top of the speedo was so low it just covered the top of his pubic hair. His long yet limp penis was outlined by the stretchy. It was an old brick building three stories tall. Even in it's hay day, Aster had been an after thought rather than a destination. I had never been inside the building, I did know that while I was away the first floor had been used as a night club. That was back in the eighties and nineties. My guess was that there had been a ballroom of sorts even when it was a small hotel.Fortunately I had my cell phone with me so I called Elaine Brewer the Realtor while I stood in front of the boarded up.