‘I think I’ve got Liz Prosser, the councilor.’‘I know who she is. Get on with it.’‘She’s sixty and plays the marriage and family values ...ard to death but there is a chance, just a chance she was a sex worker in her twenties and may have worked for Gordon Harper.’‘A whore?’ Arnie loved scandal as a cat loves cream but a sex scandal beat financial hands down.‘Possibly. I heard she was arrested in the 80s around the time they closed two strip clubs owned and run by Harper for being rather less. He pointed to a chair and sat in the one opposite. She placed her bag beside the chair and then crossed one leg over the other. As her legs crossed he caught sight of a suspender. He wasn't able to contain his hiss of pleasure. His cock responded with a visible pulse. Her eyes flicked up wards and she bit her lip to contain the foxy little grin on her lips. He stared at the minx in the chair, torn on whether to continue with the interview or throw her legs over his shoulders and bury his face. "You need a jacket." He adds quietly."Whatever." He is warmer than me. Bigger and has more hair."Should Napoleon have us attack, so soon after yule?"I say brightly, "Actually yes. it is a good idea. If the Empire celebrates any holidays they will work hard to include the troops, they always did in my day. Plus this way we get our holiday together and no one feels bad if one of the protectors dies in this assault"I feel Saul shudder at my side. "That is awfully cold Nosis." He looks sadly over. Every now and then, I let my hair down when I’m not doing anything that could damage it. “Ah! Spaghetti! My favourite! You the bomb, mom.” He immediately started to dig in. We had dinner like a normal family would have. We chatted about each other’s day. It was the weekend, so the both of us did things that went with our weekend routine, like clean the house, going out and just generally relaxing through the day. After we finished and did the dishes, Alan casually turned to me. “Hey, mom. Do.