As I waited I used my commanding position to watch the scene. The diningroom was largely populated by the usual collection of business men, andincludi...g several that I recognised from the afternoon meeting; theirnoisy laughter was useful background. Being that sort of a place therewere not many women, either in the bar or dining, which perhaps explainswhy suddenly one of the 'suits' had appeared at my table.At the same the waiter brought my meal."I'll have what the lady is having"."You won't. “Meowwww” I mock and add a wink for which I earn a scornful look, and then my master is gone, and as the front door closes, the scent of his aftershave lingers in the air to torment me. “How am I supposed to be anything but good!” I state aloud, the sound of my own unfamiliar voice, a comfort I saved for my many hours alone. I miss my master when he’s gone you see! Even though at times he can be stern with me, I know he hates to leave me, I know he adores me. “People should always care for. Wilson called EZ as soon as I got the go ahead. EZ assured Wilson he could be down to Port Arthur by 4AM. He would be ready for anything when he arrived."I heard EZ say in answer to Wilson's question, "Of course I have a shotgun." Then bring it, we are most liked going to do some Rabbit hunting," he said to EZ."Then I guess that is everything Hugo. We will be in position at first light," I promised Hugo."Well," I said to Wilson as we sat in the car in Hugo's Parking Lot. "You and EZ should be. ”Clarissa was the youngest of the three at 23 years old. She was taller than Ingrid at 5’7” and an inch shorter than Marcie. She was a stunning blonde (it was really her color) with green eyes and a generous 38-D chest complementing her tiny, but ultra firm ass. She had followed Ingrid’s dress instructions wearing little more than a green bikini top posing as a blouse with a matching short skirt and heels. She loved oils and lotions on her skin, and was eager to see what Ingrid had to.