I had sort of ended up in a weird kind of half squat andthat was simply not sustainable. That's when Mr. Cyclops leapt up andslapped that stupid box r...ght out of my hands. Look, it was dark, okay?As fun as it is to have 12-inches of primal phallic power jutting outof your hips, sometimes it gets in the way. Honestly, I don't know howboys go around with these stupid things all the time anyway withoutknocking stuff down left and right.I picked the box back up and looked at it in the dim light. It. ”“I see. Well, what better way to conceal his plans than to tell you that they’re mine? So that was the real reason why you insisted on ‘giving me my privacy’ when I offered to let you and the men sit in First Class with me: because a man of honor couldn’t sit with a woman he’s been ordered to murder and look her in the eye for ten hours. And you couldn’t risk that I’d figure things out on the plane ride here and compel you to tell me everything right then.”Ramirez paused, then nodded slowly.. I kept thinking about you…and last night,’ she replied. Brian smiled. ‘Do I have that much of an effect on you?’ he asked. Fran nodded. ‘Yes,’ she said softly. ‘You do.’ ‘If that’s the case I guess I don’t need to worry about my sex appeal then, do I?’ Brian said. ‘You are a tremendous boost to my self-image.’ ‘Knock it off,’ Fran laughed. ‘You’re doing as much for my self-image.’ Her companion grinned and said, ‘I like the way you’re packaged tonight.’ ‘If you keep being this nice to me, maybe. She frowned, studying him with her chocolate eyes. Then she suddenly smiled."Shall I remove his muzzle, Mistress?" she asked, calling out to be heard."Whatever you want, honey." Miss A's voice came from the inside. "He's your pet, isn't he?"Busy fingers loosened the straps. She tried to pry the ball out, encouraging him to open his mouth wider, but he couldn't. Pain shot through the hinges of his jaws as she put pressure on it. He cried out when at last the dripping gag slipped past his.