His door was not locked and he asked me to come in. He was busily typing something in his laptop. He asked me to sit and make myself comfortable... The room was very cool and curtains made the room bright. It was a big double room which emanated great smell and class. I loved the room. At last, he was free and got up from the table. He was wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans. He looked fresh and tidy. He gave me a long stare. I felt warmth in my stomach. . I’ll drop you home”ySoon we reached my home. I went home ..took a shower and took my pills and went to bed. Monday morning : Buzz...Buzz..my phone rang.I woke up and picked up the phone.“Hello..who’s there ? “, I asked“Hey..am I talking to Liz ? “ , asked someone from the other side.“Sure you are..”“I am Adam...I’ve heard you’re a call girl..is that correct ?”“Yep..I am”“ Could you come at my house. "Wow that's quite a conclusion to jump to, Honey, since your dad and I split, I have had lovers, who were were less exciting than your father or your grandfather.Your grand father wasn't a lover at all, and still he was better than some of those who thought they were." I said vaguely."Has grandpa ever made you orgasm, either himself or thinking about him while you masturbated?" Cindy asked."What the fuck is wrong with you Cindy. How dare you as me that, but the answer is of course not." I said. While outside, Morales walked up the hill a little way to step onto the big, partially buried rock in order to check on the smoke hole. He didn’t want to make the hole any bigger up here for fear of animals attempting to come inside or increasing the amount of rain that went into it. None of that rain came inside because there was a small crack at the joining of the rock and the dirt wall. The water went down that crack and on out by the bottom of the rock, while the small tunnel turned back.