‘May I fetch you a drink in compensation?’ ‘We buy our…’ began Mr Mantalbano. ‘Just a soda, thank you, your choice of flavor.’ Spiro sna...ped his fingers and a bargirl came over quickly. ‘A peach soda for the lady, please. Whisky for me. Gentlemen?’ Both men shook their heads, watching Spiro closely. ‘Do you have a name, Miss?’ ‘Francine.’ ‘What a pretty name.’ Out of the corner of his eye Spiro saw the restraining arm of Mr Montalbano on the chest of the heavyweight. ‘What about my name appeals. Though he seemed to allow her leg movement, she couldn't risk another slap to the ground. "I still have a fucking headache.", her internal monologue in the dark.As she sat, grateful for the respite, a little cold and fully aware she had no options yet, she heard a click. A light positioned interrogation style, flicked on above her. Like a solar flare, it flooded her eyes with pure white. She squinted tightly as tears slid from her blind eyes, down her dirt streaked face. Their tickle was. At Rick’s suggestion, they would meet at the coffee shop in the Four Seasons hotel downtown. Although she told him about the story and what she liked about it, they never talked about it again.When she entered the coffee shop, she immediately saw the hallway that led to the washrooms. Part of her wanted to run down that hall and wait for him in the bathroom. Instead, she walked to the counter and ordered the drink and muffin as she said she would. The uneaten muffin displayed on the table was. Never before in her life she had been seduced by a woman and Tanya seemed like a sex-goddess to her at that moment. Sarita closed her eyes and whispered “yes, I loved what I saw” Tanya held her even closer and her finger was now tracing her butt crack. Sarita just paralyzed to the ecstasy. With the other hand Tanya, held her face close and gave her a deep kiss. Their pink lips, felt like petals of roses to one another. Their tongues were playing with each other. Tanya stopped, but Sarita kept.