I thought it was over. I thought she was lost to me. Now she was telling me it hadn't been over. All I'd had to do was talk to her. But I was such a r...tard that I didn't even try. Sometimes, guys like me get lucky. This day, this month, was my hot-damndest lucky month."Are the Flemings back from their latest trip?" Bernie asked with a smile."No ... no they aren't," I said, hoping I knew what she was really asking. "Would you like to come in? I've got some coffee ... or tea ... or something." I. I thought that you might take some pictures out there. I know you have a respect and appreciation for stuff like that." Sounds excellent to me. Why don't you give me a few moments to get changed and freshen up, it should only take a few moments." Laylah excused herself to the guestroom.David cleared the table of the morning's dishes. It had been a little time since Laylah went to change. He decided to go check and make sure everything was okay.The door did not give much protest as David. As far as I could tell, according to her, everything was my fault. It was an extraordinary rant and I sat back and watched her go. I would usually be trying to mollify her when she was like this but today I sat back and let her go.After the rant had gone on for some time without so much as a pause to draw breath, I tried to interrupt and get things back onto the topic at hand but that only set her off again. Estelle isn’t normally like this, but it happens occasionally and when it does there. She waswearing a lot of makeup, lashings of mascara, rouged cheeks and redlipstick. Her red hair draped across her shoulder blades.It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra but what Terry didn't know wasthat she was also sans panties."Come on Terry. You said yourself, I give the best blowjobs in London."She pushed his arm out of the way and strode into his flat.It was a mess but she ignored it. Empty takeaway curry containers, chipwrappers and lager cans were strewn across every surface.