Awana’s friend is our friend.’ As they began to move again, Artemisia gave a good glance at Mkomo’s collar. She was somewhat rounder than Simona... a bit less tall, and her blonde hair was tied in a sort of ponytail, leaving bare her small ears and lovely neck. Her skirt and top were like Simona’s, and Rodrigo noticed that she had one of the finest pair of legs had ever seen. ‘A Talunga harnessed! This is new for me’, she said. ‘Still being trained, but a good mount’, Rodrigo smiled. ‘Have you. "Yay, your finally home!" his face read.I filled his food and water bowl and he ate it like a pig. I sat down in my La Z Boy and turned on the football game just as my wife came home. She sat down on my lap with her back on one arm of the chair and her feet one the other.We kissed for a long time. "How was work today, babe?" I asked her when she broke the kiss. "Oh it was fine," she replied. She told me her problems. I found out why she was exhausted. "So did Jean start the fight?" I. He has an incredible beard but that seems to be the only hair on his body. He appears to be a frail old man dressed in some sort of white robe with a golden star shaped fastener on his shoulder."What was that for?" You hissed out as you looked up at him with a glare. He couldn't have been more than five foot tall. You slowly rose up from the ground as you realized you were in a place devoid of any light, and color. It had no walls, ceiling, or floor. The place was just seemed to be a void. You. Mr. Thornbeck was a fair, but serious man and he always meant business. He had built his company from the ground up, and was not prone to rash or impulsive decisions. So she would have to be rather persuasive if she wanted to be promoted to the position of realtor. When she was sure they were completely alone, she approached Mr. Thornbeck's office door, pausing a moment before knocking softly on the heavy door. "Come on in, it’s open," she heard his deep, masculine voice and she meekly opened.