.." "No, no, please, I want to feel it land on my toes.........I might get off from that, Ray, I haven't come yet......." "Denis, please excuse us for...a moment..........I think we need to visit the ladie's room...........I have to give Rachel some special attention... "Oh that's right....tonight I am the filthy story teller.........."The wine was really getting to her now.... "..............I am the filthy story teller, who wants to fuck you, Denis, on this table, right here, right now, but now. She killed the water bottle, threw it away and opened the second, drank and went back to her work.The crunch of the gravel drive brought Amy up from her work; she recognized the drive up to The Briers Club. The Briers Club was a stately building situated on a low hill just out of the city. The main building had a gravel roadway leading up to the front portico with the main entrance underneath. Continuing around the building to the rear was a large parking lot and the private, members only,. "We stopped for a coffee and when I sat next to her she tried to kissme," I saw her rouge cheeks. She was either excited or embarrassed.I remained quiet listening to her story, but was anxious hearing of theother day."When I looked down to escape her kiss I saw through the glass tabletopthat her dress had shifted and I could see that she was wear hose',garters, so sexy, I ahh, almost. I was quite excited but I stood up andsaid goodbye."The idea that she was sharing this near intimate affair. ”“I’m staying with you,” he said.“The fuck you are,” Liz replied. “Pull over.”Dom complied immediately ... despite the fact that we weren’t in a very good neighborhood.“One of the things I’m not going to do any longer is put up with assholes like you,” she said. “I am not required to provide lodgings or transportation or security for you or anyone else from RFN. So get the fuck out of the SUV. There’s a corner up ahead and you can take a cab to where the label plans for you to spend the.