It was a dream,a hallucination, a... I didn't know what it was, I couldn't explain howit had happened but the important thing was that it was over.My ...lans for the evening had centred on sitting in my room watching amovie and catching up on some reading, but I was apprehensive aboutfacing the mirror again, so I went into the bar and found myself alonebut for Hazel, who had swapped reception for serving drinks."It's a quiet night tonight," she said, pulling me a pint. "And theusual bar girl has. "L lent hers to me. I just got a permit to carry. I have a gun of my own at my office, but wanted one at my apartment." ... for Margie."Joe shrugged. "We figured the hitman would watch us, so Margie couldn't be seen training on fire arms. We showed her what we learned." A very attentive pupil," Johnson commented. "How old is she?" Sixteen." She's been living here?" She lives at her father's cabin in Barrington Hills." His name?" Harold Maguire. He's a novelist." The Harold Maguire? Wait.. She bent over to adjust the volume of the music, and asked if I liked the jazz. I nearly missed her question trying to take in the two sweet globes of her ass. They jiggled pleasantly as she fiddled with the dials, and her vulva yawned open fetchingly. What little light there was glinted off the moisture gathered there. I was about to start this massage with a heart attack!Straightening up, she turned to me and whispered in my ear, "You can eat me up with your eyes, and if you're a good boy,. ” Rita ran and jumped on me, knocking me back on my bed. “I heard what you said, how you stood up to her and wouldn’t do anything with her, I knew I could trust you,” she said as she kissed all over my face. “You two set me up?” “Actually it was me that set you up; Rita just went along with it.” “But why?” I asked trying to sit up with Rita still kissing me. “After I walked in on you two, I wanted to know if you were for real about her, and not just saying it, so I asked her if she wanted me to.