My Way, My Stay

Daniel’s easy –

I am standing infront of a large crackling fire place, the yellow heat warming my cold fingers. It’s a nice room. It’s large enough and the couch is italian leather. You see, I am going to stay here tonight. Dan, the owner of this house, doesn’t know that, but he will accept it. I have such a great way with “words” that he will just cumble and let me stay. I love crashing at Dan’s house. All I need to do is hint at taking my top off and bend over a few times and woalah.