" I'm older than you. I've had more experience in hiding my feelings." He leaned across the table and kissed her gently. "But now I know that I'll nev...r be able to hide them from you. And I don't even want to try." Greg sipped his coffee and patted her hand. "Don't worry, my love. Don't worry about anything. We'll work things out. We have to. It's our fate. Our destiny."Megan sat for a moment looking into her coffee cup. She raised her gaze, looked in his eyes and said, "Greg, I have to tell. ”We touched glasses and I took a good sized drink and immediately felt the fire as the liquid burned my throat.“Wow” I said hoarsely, “When did you pour in the vodka?” Laughing she said,” I’m sorry; I thought you saw me take the Smirnoff bottle out of the freezer, when I took out the ice cubes. When I saw you were going to make omelets I decided that we should have a cocktail along with our meal; otherwise it would just feel like breakfast. And if it were breakfast, I’d have felt I missed the. Now she struggled to get to her feet as she heard the referee counting. The Bikini she wore was identical to her opponent's except for color. The only reason that she had been given the bout was that Mikel found her attractive. She was dismayed, but not altogether surprised when the Russian had taken her to his office where she was "auditioned". She had made the mistake of telling him how desperate she was for rent money. When they were alone, he closed the door and told her to strip. She had. They did though, the flesh I saw proved far too real beneath my fingertips. Soft and yielding, as perfect to touch as to the eye, each squeeze felt within and without. A sensation utterly alien, and yet strangely strangely arousing.“Non, non,” I said in a lifting, Soprano voice.There was something around my neck. A frilly lace choker. I could not see it, but I didn’t have to. My body was wrapped in a soft, clinging dress of black fabric and white lace, whose low cut bodice plunged low on my.