She only stared back, entranced by his gaze. ‘Would you care to have dinner with me tonight, at my home?’ he asked softly. ‘Yes, I would love to...’ she replied breathlessly. ‘Would seven o’clock be suitable? I’ll send my carriage for you,’ he said, his voice still low. Taking up her hand and placing a lingering kiss on it, he said, ‘I’ll look forward to it immensely.’ As he returned to the office, the clerk eagerly asked him, ‘How long do you think this one will take, sir?’ Without much. Don’t want to insult ‘Hot Tamale,’ here, but I liked fucking Tom better than John, even though John is bigger—maybe it’s because I liked Tom more and ol’ Tom boy knew how to work that tongue!’ Debbie giggled, ‘Shit, me and Sally know that!’ I once again sighed, ‘Trust me, it won’t happen again—Tom ain’t for rent!’ Debbie laughed, ‘Aww shucks—not even if I sit on the countertop with my sweatshirt on?’ I sternly replied, ‘NO Sis—NOT AGAIN!’ Tom showed up in the dining hall about the time we. "Oh surely rules are sometimes meant to be broken or at least bent!" he insisted."Are you telling me that if I refuse you may accidentally let slip about the club the other Friday!" she enquired."Absolutely not; I told you your secret was safe with me and it will no matter what you decide in regard to this meal; I actually thought that knowing your sort of private likes I could offer you something you would most likely love. That's all!" he responded.Now intrigued; Helen thought for a moment. Sara pulled Tom's face around to give him a big kiss. Their tongues did a delicate dance around each other, slipping and sliding in each other's tasty saliva.Tom pulled back. "Wow, Sara, you are one hot lady!" Why thank you, Tom. But you're pretty good yourself, you know.They kissed again, more gently, more tenderly.Sara pulled her lips away from Tom's slowly. "I hate to say it," she began, as she looked at the delicate little watch on her wrist, "but I've got to get cleaned up and get back to.