A sharp pain in his gut told him he wasn’t ready to do much yelling, not yet. Moe closed his eyes. His body wanted to snooze, but his brain was wor...ing overtime. If Mr. Smooth was the one bumped, that muddied up the water. In Moe’s experience, goons with knives didn’t work alone. Moe had figured his attacker was a pal of Mr. Smooth’s. So if Smooth wasn’t the goon’s dance partner, who was? Moe could only drum up two possibilities. Dutch Winslow didn’t fit right—murder wasn’t in his line-up.. I got concerned about how I was going to stay focused on my job, not on them. Thank god I wore tight underwear and loose pants.One guy, a bigger guy than the others, came in wearing a very brief light blue bikini-type suit. On top was the classic tee-shirt with sleeves cut out and a scissor cut down his the center of his huge chest from the neck line. God, he looked fabulous. I couldn’t believe his shoulders were so wide and thick. His neck looked like a thick cabled throbbing column. His. She kicked around for a minute and someone grabbed her foot."Watch it there pretty lady," said an incredibly sexy voice. She stopped kicking long enough to take a looks. "Sorry, I didn't mean too. I'm a little drunk," she said as she leaned over to him. He was a very cute guy. Clean shaven, dark hair, and very well built. He looked her in the eyes for a moment and she went for it. His dark green eyes were too much for here. As she kissed his lips he managed to get out some words. "I'm David,". . imperfections and all?" Yes, Douglas Hansen, I will marry you with all my imperfections as well." Thank you, my love. It's the only thing I wanted to hear. I'm going to be a very good husband ... or at least I'm going to try to be one." I don't have any worries about that. You don't have anything to prove to me, Doug. I love you just the way you are."I held her to me and kissed her lovingly many times. I hadn't felt this content in a long time and I knew that I had made the right decision."Do.