“Good evening, Lord Wellington.” She was very proper, but Deirdre was right. Her ensemble was way too perfect for her to be doing anything other t...an trying to impress ... someone. If it wasn’t me, there was some other man she wanted to sink her hooks into and keep them there.“Good evening, Miss Davidson. Shall we be going?” She took my proffered arm. When we opened the front door we were suddenly surrounded by security of one sort, or another. The car that MI6 sent was another Bentley. It was. .. you aren't my grandfather, or, for that matter, my father."I thought changing the subject would be a smart move at that point."What are you interested in, then?"She thought for a moment while I sipped coffee. They do make a great cup of coffee..."Do you always drink black coffee?" When I drink coffee, yes. I drink my tea without milk, too ... been doing it for years." Um, interested ... in almost everything, I suppose. I mean, I watch people, I like nature. I'm not a scientist, but I like. "There is no way I'm going tolet her take a cab home." I had to say something. "Uh, Mandy," I began. "Yes?" she responded exasperated. "Gr, Grace ha, has a ride home," I told her. She looked at me, confused. "But you said you weren't picking herup?" "I'm not," I reiterated. "Sh, she's getting a ride from her boss,"I blurted out. Mandy's hand went to her mouth in surprise. "Ooooooohhh," shesaid. "I seeeee! Hmmm. Well, I guess we don't want to interfere. " Oh?" she said teasingly, "Which ones?" Perhaps we could go somewhere and get acquainted?" Ben suggested, anticipating that she might be interested."We could," she answered, "I'm dying to learn of your experiences with white bikinis and nipples."On the patio at the closest resort hotel, they shared several drinks as Ben watched the water droplets gradually drying on her breasts and shoulders. "So you're a tit loving kind of guy?" she asked. Ben laughed out loud at her assertiveness."Actually.