Joe-Harlan called me, “Still searching for your poster, Miss Winter.”“It’s been so long. Think you’ll ever find it?”“You can count on me...”As sincere as a siding salesman.I left Matt’s trig little condo around five in the morning. Monday morning, still dark. It was just a few brisk blocks to Martin Folsom’s house and I was on my way to slip under his Land Rover and re-magnet a tracker to the underside. It might be another fruitless quest, but I was growing impatient.The Sister Mary Packer. Mainly, I just don’t see the reason for it. My husband and I have been married for six years, and after six years of telling him no, I’m finally willing to give him a shot at my ass. I’ve put a lot of thought into it. I have even done some reading on it. If done right, it’s supposed to be just as pleasurable for a woman as it is for a man. I want to do this for him, at least once. I’ve always hated telling him no. He’s never pressured me into it, or made me feel bad. I just know he wants to try. “You can wipe it on my legs,” I whispered, thinking that she would want to dispose of the mess on her hand. She gave me a wicked smile and instead of wiping my spunk off on my leg, brought her hand out of my pocket and allowed all the spunk she was holding to drip onto her own leg, then rubbed the rest of it on her legs beneath her skirt. Luckily the table hid this from view of the others in the pub.“My turn now” She said and under the table I saw her hitch up her skirt at the front revealing. ’ He pointed to the door with an exaggerated, gallant gesture. Ana felt the last bit of nerves fall away. She pulled lightly on the hand holding hers and covered the doorknob with the other. She tapped her index on her chin, contemplating. ‘No, it would be impolite not to accept your dinner invitation. Besides, I’m hoping you’ll redeem yourself for devaluing my property.’ Ana’s eyes were full of mischief, just like the first time he’d seen her. That adorable dimple appeared as Sean recognized.