And that laugh … the need to feed his ego overwhelmed him. Anal porn I still can’t believe it.”
Anatol could not stop his smile from forming. He sighed, “I have meeting at ten o’clock in the morning.”
“Where and who with?” She asked, deliberately appearing too keen and intrusive. Nothing. The only concession to Asian culture was a row of three big red ceramic pots next to one of the walls, each with a different picture etched in white. “Can I ask you something Anatol? He had somehow expected the décor to be reminiscent of a traditional Chinese restaurant, but he was faced with a contemporary looking, minimalist, modern cocktail bar that looked like most of the upmarket ones in downtown-anywhere, with pinpoint lights aimed at the row upon row of alcohol bottles sitting behind the barman. He assumed it was the way upstairs into the second building story. “I like to be naked in front of a guy who’s fully dressed. And that laugh … the need to feed his ego overwhelmed him.
