She reached out her hand, he gave her his phone. She put her pic with her name and handed it back. ‘In case you forget my name. Now you only have t... see the pic and know it’s me.’ She grinned before turning and going up the stairs. He knocked at the door. ooooOOOOoooo THREE WEEKS LATER: Frank was in a Hollywood bedroom out of an Arabian nights movie from the thirties. Nora was in some kind of barely there harem outfit and they were slowly kissing each other. Her tongue was sensuously exploring. She was just stepping back into the car when another drew up across the road. Westing had arrived for his last date.Westing was greeted by a stern smile from Anna which made his anus tingle with a pleasurable fear. She pointed a gloved finger to the chair vacated by Dee, and he sat, wrestling with what to say in greeting. His ass found the seat strangely warmer than he had expected, but the presence of the severe girl before him swallowed the thought immediately, devoured by the gravity of her. Now, a new person was appointed as the Manager of the firm where Mrs. Ratna was working. Mr. Arvind, the newly appointed Manager was tall, a little dark in complexion but smart looking young man of around 35 years of age. There was no other lady staff except Mrs. Ratna in her office. The Director introduced Mr. Arvind to everyone in the office. Director was also an aged man of around 57 years. Mrs. Ratna used to handle the cash, payments, cheques etc. So director specially introduced her to the. "My towel is in the bag."Jo dropped the two bags and started to hunt for her new partner's towel. She found her own first and laid it out on the sand, which was baking under the midday sun. This gave her something cool to sit on, so she could finish unpacking, a couple of hats, her sunglasses and Yvette's precious towel.Yvette returned."Do we have any water?"Jo furnished her with a bottle."We're doing really well, don't you think?"They held a record of one win, one defeat, but Jo knew that the.