“Hi, I’m Brent.”Brent was Emma’s height, looked to be in his late twenties, and was somewhat plain but otherwise good looking. Not overly rugg...d, but fit. He had glasses and short brown hair. Oh, and a wedding ring, she noted.“So what’s this little guy’s name?” Emma said, bending down to pet the pug.“Bruiser,” Brent answered with a laugh.“For real?” Emma asked, looking up.“For real,” he answered. “I’m a big fan of irony.”“Well, then ‘Hello, Bruiser’,” she said rubbing his back. He turned away. From whom and when did you learn them?" Berlitz," I said with a grin. "Not on my mother's lap." Yeah, right," Elsa said cynically."If I told you the truth, you wouldn't believe me, so let's leave it at that. I'm also a master of Kung Fu, expert with wushu weapons, the saber being one of them, and for what it's worth, I'm a fair to middling blacksmith. If you asked me how I came by those abilities, I'd come up with an answer similar to Berlitz language tapes as my explanation for proficiency in. " I only wear a 34-B bra." I tell you what, we'll measure and if you're less than 36 I'll give you 10 extra chips from the bank, and if you're more than 36 you've got to flash me." From wear she slugged my shoulder, she was kneeling very close to me, and I had a very good, enticing view of Samantha's chest."More than 37, less than 35, otherwise the measuring is its own reward." Fair enough." I got the tape measure, and wrapped it around Samantha's chest. "Damn, I should have stuck a better. The ideal lover/prey is an experienced nineteen-year old, although I admit that's a bit of a contradiction. I've found the best combination of carnal skill and physical stamina is the mid-twenties, like your Rod. By all means enjoy this male for a while, if he's as good as you say, but please stop talking nonsense about making him yours for life.I do, however, have some more pleasant reasons for not having written; I've been busy, too; you may guess how. [Sabah rolled her eyes.] You know I.