The salesman wanted the store to buy it and put it on display.I listened to his overbearing sales pitch and could see Alan was getting a little hot un...er the collar. I suggested the salesman should leave the bed at no cost to Watsons. He turned on me and snarled "I'm talking to the manager kid not some snotty little office boy so piss off." Mr James is not the 'snotty little office' boy you imagine him to be but the owner of the store, if you had any chance of getting your bed on show in this. Yes, she was wet, there was a big wet spot on her salwar right between her legs. Her face flushed a bright red as she thought there was no chance he wouldn’t have noticed it. And the hell of the matter was, she was still turned on like anything. She couldn’t shake the memory of his hands from her mind. How good they felt, how they made her feel all tingly inside. How her pussy reacted when he touched her bare back. How he boldly put his fingers on her pussy…damn, that made her pussy twitch like. C. at a V.C.P. (vehicle check point) south of Armagh City, I walked up to it and told the police sergeant who I was, he handed me an ear piece, a throat mike and a sterling sub machine gun, I ask you, a bloody sterling! Then he let me use the phone and I called the boss in Belfast, he admitted that we were flying blind. "All we know Dave, is that a grey Bedford van with a red front offside wing is carrying the stuff northwards, there can't be too many vans answering that description and the. . Anelie would stick them with Bogdi's kids in the wagons.She looked to her right. The two wagons were loaded, ready to go. They were light, fast. Especially with four horses on each. Worst case they could ditch the wagons and just use the horses.Anelie shook her head. She had to stop dwelling on the worst case. Focus on the positive. They were moments away from heading on a quest to save her niece and nephew. From actually DOING something! That was what she had wanted, and by God, He had.