I got out of the car and quickly ran around to the passenger door and opened it for Keri. I took her hand and helped her out. We walked arm in arm to ...he door. I opened the door for her and we walked up to the hostess stand.“Good morning. How many this morning?”“Just the two of us. Could we please sit in that booth over there. This is a bit of a special occasion.” Keri shot a look at me as I smiled at her. The hostess led us to “our” booth and we sat together. We both ordered orange juice and. Only her shoulders and head were visible behind the giant red monstrosity. Armand knew she'd be wearing a front-clasp bra but that didn't take away any of the fun. She unclasped her bra, slid it off her shoulders, and threw it over the top of the umbrella screen. After this many performances, her aim had gotten quite good. She always managed to land whatever article of clothing directly on Armand's table. It was their sign: I love you, make love to me later. She stood up again, still using the. " You make me that way," I said truthfully."Not tonight, but maybe soon," she said almost apologetically. "Think of me like you did today." You're all I've been thinking of lately, Rebecca." Good night," she said, releasing my hands, but not before cupping my bulge in a palm."Good night. I'll see you tomorrow night."As had become my custom, later at home I took my clothes off and masturbated at the bathroom sink. For the second time that day, huge globs of hot semen squirted from my aching. " I wonder what he will tell us?" Morrison asked."Probably not as much as old 'O'Sammy' did," Polk replied.You see, there is a reason that bin Laden hasn't been "brought to justice." Fred Olson lost his fiancee in the 9-11 attack, and took it very personal. By plucking a Syrian Boston University student right out from under the FBI, the team had persuaded him to give up four other contacts, which led to other "revalations" and eventually the "safe house" south of Kandahar, where "O'Sammy".