You know her better as Liza, but weve all called her Betsy. She has been married to our little Michael Turner here for the last eight years or so. St...ve looked at Mike, who was quietly easing himself into a chair next to Gail. Mike? Mike nodded. I knew she was boinking someone when she sent me here for the few days every month. I never asked who. Steve looked heartbroken. Mike. Buddy. I.. I didnt know. She&hellip, She told me her husband was away on business all the time. I&hellip, Dude. He. “Of course I can give you the ladies discount if you do something for me,” he continues.Emma glares at the man for a second before smiling, playing along with the man. “And just what would this something be?”The door man chuckles, flashing his grin at her once again. “How about we go back to that lovely car you’re driving and you give me a blow job?”“That’s all?” she asks with a smile.“That’s all, baby,” he says. “You blow me and you get in for free.”Emma puts her finger to her chin. “Hmm, a. Where? Both of us till lived at home son that usually ruled that out. Oh, sometimes we go lucky and our parents would go away for the weekend or out for the night and we would hump like rabbits! But usually we resorted to the back seat of a car on some dead end country road or sneaking of into the woods to have a quick screw. We had even had a romp in a playground once! We had thought about getting a hotel room but since it required a credit card to rent one that was out. Then one day my. She screamed helplessly and a second flash confirmed to Bond that the pool had been electrified. He stood by the pool looking down at Ping and Pong drifting lifelessly. He went back into the villa and dialed the main office. "Yes, Mr. Bond," a man on the other end replied cheerfully. "There's been an accident," Bond started to say. "May I know the necessary details, Mr. Bond?" "There seems to have been a short in the wiring of the lights in my pool. My two guests have tragically been.