Holy fuck."Okay, well, I came up with an idea to fool Alexis...she told me she wanted a video of me fucking some girl tied up on my bed, right? Well i... I was to tie YOU up on the bed and put your face under the pillows we could simulate like I was fucking a girl. It would be so easy. I'll just set my laptop up and film from the desk next to my bed and you can lie on your stomach so it looks like it could totally be a girl then I'll do some brilliant acting on top of you to make it look like I'm. I've been dreaming about feeling your spunk in me for years."She came up right in front of me, looking up into my face with that smirk. She knew exactly how much of an effect she could have on me. And still staring straight into my eyes, she called out. "Gabrielle, come in here."Gabrielle was suddenly at the doorway, fully dressed. She'd been watching us the entire time. "Yes, Dr. Robinson." She came into the room.Mrs. Robinson hopped up onto the countertop, spreading her legs to show the. When I got back to the sitting room, there was no sign of her yet, so I laid the table, lit a few candles and polished the wine glasses.‘Thanks’ her gentle voice swayed across the room as he admired the setting. The face betrayed her rising response as her mask of so many years started to fall off.I led her to the soft sofa and corked open the wine.‘Cheers! To the finest women in my life’ my own words laying bare my feelings. She patted her side for me to sit and we sipped along, our eyes. "It was Walter Sickert."Jim was small and Scottish. He was also twice Adam's age and the oldestperson in their group."A painter? You think the Ripper was a bloody *painter*? Nah, I'm tellingyou it's Prince Albert Victor," said Gerry Martin, supping his Guinness."I don't understand why none of you can see it. I mean it's bleedin'obvious."Large, round, and bearded, Gerry's method of argument tended to makegreater use of his booming voice than it did of reason and logic."Right," snorted Bruce.