“The hell with the cookies!” I said as I stepped toward her, a huge grin on my face. “I want the baker!”“You mean, you don’t think you’l... like my cookies?” she asked as the towel dropped to the floor and she rubbed her breasts.“I know I’ll like these cookies!” I replied, bending down to kiss both of them.When I stood upright, her hands dropped to the waist band of my sweats and they were pulled to my ankles as she squatted in front of me.“Let’s see if there’s any cream for my cookies!” were her. “Anybody want this or see a need for it?” He said. No one answered and he tossed the book with great satisfaction into the flames.Next, he lifted the beacon still nestled in its foam casing and announced what it was. He tried to pass it to the captain who waved him off and sent it to Harlan. Harlan took the object and peeled back the foam. Everyone ooh’ed and ahh’ed at the shiny metal object, which he held up for all to see. The red LED at the top blinked on and off at its pre-set rate, telling. He felt a moment away from sensory overload."Uh, yeah," Sean uttered. He couldn't decide where to look. He loved Rachelle but none of the girls appeared willing to move until the guys had taken a look at each of them. Mary actually stepped backward so he could get a gaze at her."You all look absolutely terrific," Walt came up with. "Did you find new suits yesterday? I didn't think you managed to make it shopping." They were a gift from a very dear friend," Rachelle said, finally taking a seat. When I was down, he cheered me up. He treated me like a lady, calling me ma’am and talking to me with great politeness. He never treated me as a whore. So how could I, a fallen woman, reward an angel? One night, I found love in the form of a gentleman and his wife. The gentleman told me how I could repay this angel.”Rosa sat down. There was a long pause as the women looked at each other. Juanita Mendosa finally stood and took the center of the room. She looked for support from the women along.