’‘Who’s the source and don’t tell me a good journalist always protects her sources because we both know it’s bullshit.’‘Oh, come on Arni....’‘Come on my arse. If I don’t know who your source is I don’t know how to deal with this.’I smiled at Arnie. ‘It gets better.’Marion Carswell, Chief of the City Police was definitely having a good day. She was in full dress uniform, excluding the hat, and her skirt was rucked up to her waist. A senior member of the city council was kneeling between her spread. “If someone was listening, then they know that we’re going to be traveling through the forest. The sooner we get there, the less time they’ll have to set up and wait for us.”“I scanned the treeline while up on the wall, but give me a second to take another look before we start running.”Rather than use his monocular scope, he instead grabbed his rifle which was hanging off his shoulder, and used that instead. He had gone into the game a few hours earlier to mount the scope to the rifle and fire. Just a teeny weeny little sun dress mostly.The drooling guys just can't take their eyes off me (giggle) and I love it.The guys are happy enough too. I tease and flirt with them the whole time and I've given them all (except Gerald the Geek ... or General Dogsbody rather) permission to ogle me as much as they want, also to get their cocks out and jerk off whenever my teasing sexiness gets too much for them. Only stipulation is they ask me first and, when I ask why they need to beat off, they say. ‘Assuming it’d even fit. I think my house is the size of your bathroom.’ He laughed out loud, eyes crinkling up in mirth. ‘Funny you should mention the table. It was designed by -‘ ‘-Philippe Starck, I know,’ she cut him off smoothly, a playful twitch tugging at her lips. Aidan looked caught out for a second, but he just shook his head and smiled. ‘Bloody hell, you’re good. Has anyone ever told you that you have a great eye? I mean it,’ he leaned forward to look her in the eye. ‘You’re such an.