Her foot dangling down in front of me, she kept moving it around making sure I kept paying attention to it. She started playing around with her shoe d...ngling it off of her foot, slipping it back on an off. I licked my finger one time and ran it along the sole of her foot one time when she had her shoe dangling.”Ohhhh your bad” she said while giving me a seductive look. “I can’t wait to get those toes in my mouth again” I told her back.” Maybe I’ll put something else in mouth too” She looked. He came downstairs looking for something, my first thought was that he was looking for something valuable to steal, as I was trying to find excuses for myself to why he was so polite. After secretly watching him for three seconds I decided to move towards him, he saw me and asked where he could throw a piece of plastic he was holding in his hand. I was embarrassed with myself by the fact that I had even thought that he was stealing, I told him to give the plastic to me and that I would throw it. So I wouldn’t be the Old Man of the Mountain, father of all assassins, but rather would I be his friend the poet who sat under a tree by the fountain in the royal courtyard, paid a monthly stipend in gold with which to drink and think about sex and to write about thinking and drinking.After all who now can recall the political reasons or pure greed which motivated the drug addled murders of the hashishins- while every one even now recognize at least two lines of the poet’s verse. “A loaf of. Selv hvis hun havde set den havde hun ikke sagt noget.Jeg rejste mig op. Jeg kunne ikke gemme min boner og hun så den helt sikkert. Jeg er sikker på hun blev pinlig over at hun tissede, men jeg fik en boner af det."Kan jeg ikke nok få dig til at gå ind i tøjrummet efter et par nye trusser?" Spurgte hun mig. "Jo da" svarede jeg og gik ud fra badeværelset. Jeg fandt hurtigt der hvor hun opbevarede hendes undertøj, og tog så et par af hendes trusser. Jeg gik tilbage ud til badeværelset. Døren var.