I am not seeing them, I am picturing your face. I want to remember how it looks when you open the door and see me there. I can see it already, the way...your eyes widen in delight and your nostrils shrink with the intake of air. This thought brings me thoughtlessly to the elevator. But upon entering the staid atmosphere within the closed box I can picture nothing else besides the naughty things we would do if trapped within it. The way the repairmen might find us, all in disarray and smelling of. “Yeah,” laughed Rocco. “That shit was hot!”“You gotta go back to work?”“Yeah,” admitted the burly, 210-pound man with 18½-inch biceps.“Well, pull that dick out, White Daddy!”Nevaeh sucked with gusto. “Mmmmm! Yeah, trap bitch,” encouraged Rocco.“You ready to fuck me?”“Yeah! Bend that Black ass over!”Rocco climbed on the elfin-framed Nevaeh.“Owwwww,” she winced.“You like this White cock, trap?”“Yes, daddy! It feels good!”“I’m gonna **** this sissy ass pussy!”“Oh, daddy!”“You like being a faggit. I remember once that someone said his old man got this big place in Texas. I remember he hated it, as his dad was going to be gone for several months, and most likely wouldn't be there to toss his weight around, to get the kid out of all the trouble he was in." That would be someplace I would never think to look. The property of a childhood enemy," replied Matt."If I remember right he never left the town we grew up in. Let me make a call," Jason started fishing out one of the other cell. ‘It is something I’ve always wondered about, but I’d only fall asleep!’ Louise laughed. Claire’s reputation for drifting off during meditation sessions led to regular teasing by other members of their ‘personal development’ group. ‘You work too hard, Claire. It was eight o’clock when I arrived tonight, you’d only just got in. You really should cut down.’ ‘I know,’ Claire admitted, ‘Apart from the evenings I go out with you or Sally, there’s nothing to drag me back here. Sorry, Smudge,’ she.