’ She gnawed on her bottom lip for a while. ‘Let’s not talk about work. I hate work. Let’s talk about something else. Something interesting.�... ‘Something…interesting…’ I said quietly, taking it as a challenge. What to talk about? Surely not relationships, not with her barking about her boyfriend in the morning. No no, that would be bad. The weather was boring and cold and bloody awful. Travel. Yeah, travel. ‘How about travel? What places would you like most to go?’ ‘Travel huh?’ she replied. So he kept us here until we wake up and then devour us alive… This is something that no one would like to experience ever.“What are we going to do now?!” the guy asked in panic. “He’s going to eat us! We must find a way to get out!”He began to search around the chamber frantically, trying to find something in the dark, which, I think, was in vain. I know I should have helped him, but I didn’t. Surprisingly, I wasn’t scared, or maybe just a tiny bit. I felt curious and enthralled by this. Y. and it was in mint condition. The mansion originally belonged to a wealthy banker who was an unusually tall man for his time and it was obviously custom made. It was seven feet long, three feet wide and thirty inches deep with the traditional claw-footed long oval shape of the time but on a grander scale. I am fascinated with the porcelain finish; it reminded me of a huge turkey-roasting pan. I had the shower curtain rod fabricated from extra heavy gauge copper and brass pipe and it curves. "Hungry?" Andy asked."A little," Dani replied. "Do you want to go out?" she asked... somewhatsurprised."I think I do," Andy said as he pulled the visor down to admire himself.He smiled. "Ya... I'm ready," he whispered."I know a great Italian place," Dani said mischievously.They arrived at Mario's - their favorite Italian joint. They requested abooth in the back corner - private AND good for people watching.They snuggled next to each other and ordered a bottle of red. The winearrived and they.