I could feel their eyes raking across my breasts. I put my hand on Steve’s thigh.“What numbers to you have for the first quarter?” I asked. “Z...ro and zero” he said, giving my hand a squeeze. I slid my hand up to his crotch and could feel him hardening. “Good luck,” I said.With one minute to go before the end of the first quarter, we all drank a shot of Tequila. The score was nothing to nothing. I could see Steve’s hard-on swelling against his pants.The quarter ended zip to zip. I got up and. "Neil handed the plans to the Colonel."I'll have it tested and if it works you get your money, If not ... there might be consequences." It will work just like I told you Colonel; you just get ready to deposit my money."The Colonel turned to leave and stopped, "Do you know anything about a couple that rented a sailboat and were parked in the cove down there?"Neil brought up his best lying face, "No why?" Well the Coast Guard found them out at sea, apparently a murder-suicide. Seems the man left. Every word the gorgeous brunette spoke seemed to be laced with sex or innuendo. Simon didn’t mind that in the least. He started the preparations for their meal while she poured them some wine. She stayed close as he prepared their food. With anyone else, he would have found it annoying. With Angelique, it was a nice feeling and her presence added something to the task at hand. She also smelled and looked incredible. To have a body like that at her age and to be so rich, what a winning. Laura Stone was ten feet away, amid the small puddles of lemonade and shards of drinking glass that now littered the concrete floor. She was staring back at me, her face a montage of fear and apprehension and panic and something else that I couldn't recognize. Or to be more accurate, she was staring up at me from underneath the brim of a white baseball cap, staring up at me from the spot where she'd dropped to her knees."Mrs. Stone?" I asked tentatively, as if there was some chance that she.