Like the dancer on the main stage, she was totally naked.Totally naked. Wow!“Hi,” she said, “Would you like a dance?”“I’m fine,” I repli...d.The hand on my thigh became the hand on my crotch.“Are you sure?” she asked, pressing herself up against me, rubbing her hand over my crotch. “Oh wow,” she declared, feeling my semi-erect cock through the fabric of my jeans. “I think someone is wanting to party.”She had an angelic face, with short brown hair. Her pouty lips were adorned with a shimmering. Three hours of wrangling with lawyers, agents and photographers had at least managed to drive Cynthia from my mind. As soon as I saw the Cianfrani logo, our lunch meeting, and everything else, came rushing back. I snarfed the sandwich, gave Helen the soup, and sent for the latest proofs from my new photographer. That gave me another hour of new joy. I almost bit Helen's head off when she brought me the messenger packet. She paused at the door, looking troubled. One look at the return address on. Ruth really screwed me up inside, yet I still think back to those days and fantasize about having a time machine to go back and do something to change things so I'd end up with Ruth.I always return in my mind to a warm Spring day in May of 1986 as the "nexus" for my best opportunity to change how the future unfolded. And ironically, it was at an event celebrating a certain television show about time travel that my best shot at finally "sealing the deal" with Ruth was missed. Or so I like to. I told him it might take a while. He is a patient man ... but not too patient."'Juarez' Jaime Reodondo, or 'JJ' to his associates, closed his laptop, placed his .45 caliber handgun on top of it. He smiled at his underling, Phillipè 'Pepe' Gomez, who was just entering the room."Pepe, it seems we have another successful business on our hands. The sale of the two gringas to the North American pig went well. And he paid two hundred fifty thousand dollars. We should have that to play with," he said,.