She was standing there, about twenty yards away from me, looking around. I can't believe I was finally going to see her, in person. We have talked for...endless amounts of time, and now, finally, after what seemed to have been an eternity, we were in each others presence. It was almost like the best dream I have ever had, except even better. Just as beautiful as I had pictured she would be. Her soft, brown hair, framing her face perfectly, her eyes, hidden behind sunglasses, her flawless figure,. I see you in pastels. Blue would go so well with your eyes.”“Black.”“Oh Honey, she really did a number on you, didn’t she?” I just shrugged my shoulders back at him, so he continued. “All right, Hamlet. Black it is. But you do not want to paint these walls.”“Why?”“You’ll never get them white again and your lease specifically states that you will leave the apartment in the same condition as you found it, including white walls. Just ask Jared.” I remembered my apartment manager having pointed. She starts gagging and I ask her if she is okay. In a clearly broken voice, she asks for water and I get her some. While I’m in the kitchen I grab my dog’s bowl, fill it with water, and conceal it from Mo as I return, putting it inches from the air mattress. We lie down and skip the idle conversation. In a state of mutual speechlessness, we begin making out on the air mattress and I prop her up doggystyle like the bitch she is. We begin fucking as I jam another. Paul was not worried by her absence. As a veteran of previous shows, he was confident she knew what he expected of her and would "come up to speed" quickly.I was grateful for the respite from throwing Angie and Dianna together. Then again, perhaps I needed to throw them together to force one or the other to show her hand — if, indeed, either was in league with Jeff Spencer. No one in my inner circle had given the slightest hint of being in on a conspiracy. There were no signs coming from.