It is only a rare guy who you can trust. I mean rare as hell. ( I’m creating a rapport that I m the perfect rare guy for her)Me- you would not know ...his, but I don’t keep many friends at all. (I’m reinforcing that when she sleeps with me, she doesn’t have to worry about me telling my friends that what a slut she is)I- and I sense something about you, that you too don’t be hanging with lots of girls either.Tam- I rather keep to myself.Me- that is good dear, we have something else in common.I. Jason Monroe, however, was sex personified. With his dark hair and ice blue eyes, he was movie star gorgeous, and she knew he was a boxer and a regular at the gym. Her hands itched to touch what she knew would be sculpted muscles, her mouth watered to taste what she was sure would be an impressive cock. She shook her head at herself. Jason was coming home with her, but he’d only kissed her once. Maybe he was just being polite, maybe he didn’t want to sleep with her. She made the decision to let. No one really asked. When everyone got back, she said that she and Chuck would just get a separate table tonight. She thought ... I don't know what she thought but I guess she thought it was just reservations or something here. By that point, no one was unhappy that they were going to stay out of the way. We told them, 'Good Luck' and we left at five o'clock to come over."He shook his head."We got maybe two or three blocks when Elizabeth remembered that she had something she wanted to put in. They had seen the powder smoke, so they knew which tree the shot had come from, but Andy was certain that the assassin would have moved by now—Andy surely would have.They found that they had pinpointed the right tree as evidenced by a spent Spencer rifle shell at the base of the tree. Just as Andy bent over to pick up the empty shell, there was another gunshot and he felt a scorching pain slice along his back over his shoulder blades. Sue Ann acted on her own this time and snapped off a shot at.