The picture was hung where the sunlight would not affect it.Suzanne, in the mean time, had a caller at her new home. It was that real estate agent. He...was demanding the reason why she did not call him back. Suzanne explained that she has no interest in selling the place and would like him to leave now. He started to enter the house. Suzanne started to let him then slammed the door in his face. He was forced backwards then found he was facing a solid door. Suzanne told him through the door never. Next, I stashed my kit - it was obvious no one had been here for years on end - although the walls and bed of the drainage were stained, you couldn't smell the tanning chemicals any more - this place had been abandoned without even boarding up the windows. Not even the large homeless population seen lurking throughout this industrial wasteland of shattered towers and silent smokestacks frequented this place.Next, the come-on."Hey baby, what are you doing Saturday morning?" I asked on the phone,. Back on the year 2012, I was 20 back then, I started to take risks.In our little island where a lot of locals are very conservative, there is no place for a modern love affair. Me and my girlfriends considered ourselves as one of them too. Not for long.My libido and sexual curiosity were spiking already after learning how to French kiss. So I would always try to bring sex into our conversations via text messaging. I feel bolder when I'm not talking personally but she would always ignore those. Sure enough the door opened and she gestured me in, wearing glasses, a pair of red flannel plaid pajama pants and a loose but low cut gray T shirt. Moving to the bed, I sat as I once again removed my pants and sweater. “What’s your schedule like tomorrow?” I asked as I watched her stand near the mirror and braid her hair. “It’s Saturday, right? Not much of anything. I think my friend Kayla wanted to go for a hike, but I should double check. Why? Do you have any plans?” she thought out loud, her.