Smith, and Ramsey Smith? Really?”“Excuse me? Here’s a second cup of coffee. Is Mr. Adams’ wife here, too?”“Yes, she is. There are a couple...of other rooms occupied as well. The general and his aide and their hooker are camped out somewhere,” I said pushing myself up enough to take the coffee. Mattie’s eyes popped open wide and she ran from the bedroom again. “I wonder what she’s doing here? I thought everyone in Washington was on vacation this week.”“Ramsey? I want a baby,” Elizabeth whined.“Do. The time you snuck your boyfriend in and sucked him off in the living room while your parents slept upstairs...the last shouting match you got into with your Mom the last time you were in this house.You make your way upstairs, to see if your bedroom is still there, not hopeful - she's probalby turned it into a storage room for her creepy porcelain dolls or maybe she's put exercise equipment in there that she'll use for a month and then never touch again. Opening the door, you're shocked - it's. I let out a little moan and almost fell over, my knees suddenly weak. She slapped the little guy again and I had to brace myself with a hand on her head. "Does oo wikes dat, Wittle Mister Spanky-boy?" she cooed at Junior. She slapped him again, even harder. I fell down. She was on me in a heartbeat, sucking me into her mouth like an industrial-strength vacuum cleaner, the kind they use on the Washington Monument. She climbed on top, in sixty-nine position, grinding her soaked pantied crotch. " That would be Jamison. Did you have a price range?" Yes, somewhere around three hundred for both, but I wanted to give them something small, too. You know, something not on their lists." She looked up at Timothy and smiled, a much friendlier smile than a wealthy woman was accustomed to granting to a lowly clerk, despite the price and quality of the merchandise.Timothy stood the proper distance from the woman, not necessarily because he was taller than she was, merely to avoid invading her.