The professors are so supportive and just a few weeks ago we went to an archaeological dig at an iron-age hut – and guess what I found.’
Richard listened. I should probably give it to her now, before I forget… He walked up the stairs, pale moonlight streaming through the window, still holding the necklace before him. Indian sex Charlotte was undeniably gorgeous. Have you been, y’know…seeing anyone after Mum…’
Richard winced and shook his head. He couldn’t help but admire her supple body, especially her supple legs – and for a fleeting second he wondered whether she felt as smooth as she looked. I’ll be fantasising over the next curvy tree I see if I’m not careful. ‘Hiya.’
‘Hi. Yeah I should have it somewhere.’
Richard dabbed at his lips with his napkin then wandered off into his study. He tenderly unfolded it, and Charlotte gasped. Still half-asleep he mumbled ‘Morning Charlotte.’
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It was remarkable. 14:03. Stop making fun of me. Well, maybe to spend some more time with Charlotte now and again, but for now all he had was Bernie, his pet Beagle.
