"Hi, Nira?" I asked questioningly? "Indeed" she replied "and you must be?"... "Well I won't say I answer to my XHamster user name, so please call me...Rich and it's great to meet you. You look even better in person than you do your pictures. Can I get you a glass?" and with that the conversation took off. I think, having seen television programmes and magazine articles, that she was subtly flirting with me, twirling her long hair, biting her bottom lip. Tell-tale signs by all accounts. Let's get your fucking clothes off. This is going to be a fucking party."To Miguel: (in Spanish)"Remember what I told you about this girl and piss? She is such a degraded whore she will do anything, anything. She will beg you to let her drink your piss, Miguel, plead and beg for it. You can spit in her face, put your sperm there, or turn around and she will beg you to wipe you ass all over her face. She would do this without those handcuffs, wouldn't you, Sylvia?"Here was my moment."Yes. Miss. The problem was I was still in love with her but I held my ground. I never stepped foot back in her house. When we got together we always made love at my place.She never complained because it was one of the rules we set. I would pick her up at her house and she would come out and get in the car. Needless to say our daughters were ecstatic that we were back together again.I did tell Marge that I wasn't ever going to discuss my sex life with her. Anyone I was with after we were divorced was my. " You'll be one of the first to know," Jackson promised. He signed off and put his PC on the desk."They're on their way?" asked Laura, who was looking a little haggard this morning due to the fact that she was living on less than an hour's worth of sleep."It looks like it," he told her, picking up a combat computer and fitting the microphone and earpiece into place. "And we're ready for them. They won't get anywhere near you."She nodded, chewing her lip a little nervously. She had always known.