To my surprise it wasn’t my bud, but a smoking hot blonde, and just as she was driving by me I noticed a smile and thought I saw one of those bright...baby blue’s winking in my direction. Now I don’t pride myself on my looks, standing at 5 foot 9, short and spiked black hair and a build that’s somewhere between average and pretty good but I like to think I’ve got something working in my favour. After stepping back to my gear and beer I hear another car coming up, this time it was my buddy, but. "Vamanos! We go!"Without a word, his partner sprang up and grabbed the ever- present suitcase. "Adios," Manolito said tight-lipped to Manuel.They were almost to the door before Manuel could make up his mind. They couldn't leave him like this. He was spread too thin. He needed money, and now. If the police became involved there would be payments. Maybe he would even have to leave the country."No!" he snapped. "Leave it," he nodded at the suitcase, "and take the two women."Curtly, Manolito said,. “So, there are no witnesses?” the Count asked rhetorically. “Have you anything more to offer as proof?”“Only my honor,” Sir Jean answered.“Yes, well, that won’t prove anything. Very well,” the Count said, turning to Jacques le Gris, “What say you, Le Gris? Did you force yourself upon Jean’s wife, Lady Marguerite on the 18th of January or any other time?”“Of course not!” he replied angrily. “I have never forced myself on any woman. This is just an angry attack by my former friend who blames me. “But but b b,,,, “ his voice tailed off as Mabel spoke up. “Listen Carl, Ray is not stupid. He is offering us a deal in exchange for keeping quiet, that right Ray?” she simpered. There was the slightest flirty smile and tiny jiggle of her enormous tits as she looked at me quizzically. “Dead right darling. He is so fucking thick sometimes your old man, God knows how he keeps that business going I don’t know.”I did, because for all his wimpish ways, he has one hell of a business brain on him -.