The clock on the wall is whispering; a gentle ticking like the sound of a lone cricket in a field as dusk gives up its last moments to darkness. It is...almost two o’clock in the morning. She knows that by now Daniel will inevitably be in one of the city’s casinos, and despite his promises she knows he will not return to the hotel again before daybreak, probably later. His promises, like everything else in her life, are empty. Inside her the hollow spaciousness makes everything in her life echo,. And it turned out that the film stuff was all he did, not just weddings but seminars and other functions and "other stuff" which seemed a bit vague but I didn't press him on it and he didn't expand so we carried on chatting. After the meal we all went next door into the reception hall where the drinks started to flow and Gary and i sat together and carried on chatting. He told me he was 44 (i was 22) and that he was recently divorced and told me a bit more about his film business.I asked about. She was about five feet tall and very petite like a stiff breeze would carry her away. Her blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail apart from a couple of strands of hair that fell over her face. Her blue dress was extremely unflattering, covering her up from her throat to her knees where a pair of white socks and buckle shoes completed the look. She looked about twenty years old and had a very sweet face."It's okay cutie," Sophie playfully told her. "We're married." With that, she turned back. A couple of minutes later she was still at it. What the hell I thought. The next time she swung by instead of just cupping her ass I grabbed it and held on. Imagine my surprise when she didn’t turn around and slug me. She just kept on grooving. I gave her cheeks a good hard squeeze, and for the first time she acknowledged my presence by pushing her perfect little ass against my hand. Now we were really getting somewhere! I shifted my position so that I could grab her with.