" And your luggage, Mr..." Balfour. Rudy Balfour. My luggage? My luggage?"Rudy whirled about, peering out towards the parking lot where the bus had le...t him."Uh, Miss, can I, uh, use your phone? I gotta call the bus company. I think they took off with my shit, um, my stuff." I'll make the call for you, honey," answered the receptionist. "What's the name of the company?" Rough Rider Transport, I think," said Rudy. "And I think they just run out of Portage Lake once a week. Well, no biggie, as. You say we're strong because we can't be found. Baloney! If I were Melville - and let me assure you, Melville has professionals working for him just as capable as Jerome and I. Where was I? Oh, yes, as I was saying, if I were Melville and knowing you were in the Denver area, I'd find you in a day or two." How?" Dad asked."Points of contact. Melville has documents in hand from your law firms. I'd stake out those law firms." Melville doesn't know I'm involved," Dad said, playing the devil's. " I just had it made, I'm terribly tired of answering that one. Now, on to your problem." My problem? Oh, it's nothing..." Nonsense," he interrupted me, "there's no reason a person your age should be without a date for Saturday night." How did--?" he gestured impatiently at the plaque again. "Okay. Fine. How can you help me, then?" With this," he placed a small bottle on the display counter.Okay, I'll play along. "What is it?" Just a little something I've been saving for a while." Okay, so. Sara gave in and spread her muscular legs apart. "Ashley, get undressed and eat her sexy little cunt", Brett said as he looked at me. I paused and thought to myself, "maybe if Brett sees some lesbian action he'll blow his load while jacking off and let this be over". I knew that I was being optimistic, but all I had left was hope. I quickly took off my shirt, bra, shorts and panties. Brett slapped my muscular ass and said, "let’s see what that tongue can do". "Please don't. Just let me go.”.