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There wasn't anything too spiecial about that day. I had PMed him about a post, we got to talking and things took off from there. A couple of months later something happened and we hung out at The Pub for a while, I think thats where things got really serious between us. I realize I've been just standing in the hallway. He asks if I'm ok and I tell him what's on my mind. We always found it easy to talk. Sometimes on line we would just ramble about this and that. It didn't matter as long as we were together. He sets my suitcases down on the bed then asks what we should do first. I think a meal would be a nice way to start things off. Without being asked he leaves the room, pausing only long enough to say he'll be back in 45minutes. I'm glad I didn't have to ask him to leave, I would have felt aquard doing so. I slip off my dress then walk to the bathroom before removing my bra and panties. I pause and take a good long look into the mirror at my face. Am I really here? I pinch myself then get into the shower. I've always prefered them on the cool side. I use the soft wooden handeled scrub brush I brought with me. Using the head gently on my breasts I pause, I must decide how far I will go with this before he comes back. I want to carry on like from Neo but this is the first time we have really met. I start scrubbing my stomach with a little more vigger than my chest. It is so confusing, we've been dating for seven months yet this is our first one. I decide on a reserved evening as I move down to scrub my hips and legs. I reatach the shaft and scrub my back before shampooing my hair. I get out with half an hour left to prepare. I already know what I want to wear, I picked it out before I left. It's just a simple white transelucent blouse and a light blue shimmering silk dress. I figure that should be good enough for anywhere we go. I slip into my outfit then set about fixing my hair. I'm just about done when there is a knock at the door. I look hastely at the clock, he's five minutes early. I open the door to anything but what was there, a porter holding a dozen lilis with a note attached : Come, your carage awaits :