"We've arrived!" Martin said as soon as he parked in the garage of a very beautiful house. "Are you okay?"
"I am," I replied. I got out of the car, waited for him to go ahead, and then followed him.
"Welcome to my humble abode," he said as he opened the door.
Oh my God! The house was breathtaking! The interior was all white and enormous. The sofa was black and looked much more like a bed than a sofa. Above it hung a watercolor painting of a lion. The television was huge, one of those that could rotate 360 degrees.
I entered, and Martin closed the door right behind us.
"Do you want something to drink? Water? Wine?" He arched one of his eyebrows and laughed to himself. "Wine wouldn't be a good idea."
"I think so too," I laughed. "Water would be perfect."
"Come," he called, and I follo
