?Oh, we- we?re fine, thanks,? Becca says. ?We took our make-up offafter the concert.??We?ve got to be back in London by noon tomorrow,? Adeola explain....?More publicity for the tour, never mind the fact that London sold outweeks ago, heh!??We?ll let you get some rest, then,? Mrs. Ford says, before showingupstairs.After a quick trip to the toilet to relieve myself, I head toward thespare room, where I?ll be spending the night, but on my way there, Ipass by Kayla?s bedroom door. After briefly. The door slammed and the dead bolt turned. I was quiet as a mouse. Susan shrieked and laughed, and it sounded as if she had been lifted up and pounded back into the wall. Then, I'll never forget the words: "So, you think you're going to get away with that, huh?"Holy shit. It was James!Susan was playfully pleading "oh my god!, no, stop it! what are you doing!"Then it got quiet. I tried to peak down through a tiny crack in the bedspread. She moaned. I think I saw his hand up her skirt(!) I was. Just past the first curve of her hourglass, was her tiny waist. Her torso was so tight and skinny it made the proportion of her hips look preposterous. Richard continued up her figure to his favourite part.Simone carried on her chest, the two most obscene breasts Richard had ever seen. Her giant globes swayed side to side in her blouse as she walked, simultaneously bouncing up and down. The mere size of her tits concealed most of her torso, and Richard was mesmerized by them. They protruded out. “Is that a problem?” Carson considered it. He knew adultery was wrong, but technically he wasn’t the adulterer here. And he wasn’t really in a position to judge--after all, he was the one who cheated on his boyfriend two years into their relationship. That was the beginning of the end for them. “Do you love her?” “Yes,” said Armisen, irritation in his voice. “So...why do you cheat on her so much?” “What kind of fucking question is that?” Carson fell silent, feeling he had crossed a line. He was.