Malcolm." Thank y..." I got cut off as she transferred the call."Veronica Blake." Good morning, Miss Blake, how was your weekend?" Depressing," she sa...d. "I spent most of it counting the hours until I have to pay out on a million dollar policy. Please tell me my week is about to improve." That depends," I said. "Can you get your hands on a van on short notice?"Dead silence, and then finally, in a voice that sounded like it needed water, "Tell me you're not joking." I hope not, but I haven't. ” Jessy only shrugged and slid deeper into the chair. Margie walked to the bar; she found the bottle of Merlot she had started two days ago. After pouring a glass she walked to her chair and sat down. Stretching her legs out and letting go a long sigh, she sipped the relaxer and sat it down. The silence divided them for the better part of a minute. Margie laid her head back and rolled it toward Jessy. “What do you say we order a pizza and just kick back tonight?” Jessy shrugged again and shook. He asked about her day and about her job and listenedhard to see if she was in a good mood.She was so absorbed in her preparations that she didn’tnotice his new approach, and when she was ready, shebecame a little frustrated. Her plans would be set intomotion the next time he brought the subject up, but hedidn’t. Did she go through all that work for nothing? For two days, she was upset and distracted, but on thethird day, she woke up and told herself, why are youacting like this?. She would want to use him again. That was certain now. If she probed him, took advantage of him from behind now he would know later that something wasn't quite right and perhaps put together the fact that this coincided with his association with her. She wasn't ready for that. She looked down, though, and grabbed a handful of glute and squeezed it hard. Not this time, but next time perhaps, his ass would be mine. She resumed the removal of his pants and underwear and it didn't take long for her.