Joseph was sweet. White camellias and lavender, more my thing than Misty, but the gesture was nice. Not even he had known anything about Matthew’s t...ip, ugh, Janine’s abduction. Misty rambled on. She was certainly more PG-13 right now. When I had driven in that morning I had learned my sister said cunt with an English accent. Nothing else seems to have stuck from her trip. Fanny still meant butt to her.“It’s mostly a twisted ankle though her x-rays show a hairline fracture,” I explained drawing. I told him that he shouldn't worry about it. After all Michealwas a resourceful guy, he may have all ready thought of it before Johnmentioned it.I was surprised when John asked me out and I was a little apprehensive,but he assured me that he had no bad intentions so I agreed. I haveseen him two more times since then and he is really sweet and treats mewith respect. I have to admit that this surprised me a little since hehas known about all of my past indiscretions. I am finally beginning tosee. When he realizes that he is back in the room he begins a slow withdrawal, pumping in and out of her. His hands never stop roaming over her perfect body, touching, grasping, needing. His lips part from hers only enough to take in sharp gasps of breaths... -And still they feel like they can't breath, they don't need to breath. They are alive and pulsing together. His passion is evolving in an animal instinct and again it goes back to sublime passion. Its the same for her. The intervals between. ” Emily looks a little confused, until James explains we are just visitors to London, here to do some January sales shopping. We step out into the cold, dank London air and I bid them both farewell. My words not noticed as James and Emily are once again kissing feverishly in a shop doorway. I don’t waste my breath trying again, quickly turning away before the tears start to fall. I walk as fast as I can away from the sordid scene, and back towards the hotel. * Back in my room after a good cry.