I agreed and so did Rob and Judy and it actually became a relaxed topic of curious conversation. As the night went on, Rob mentioned that a very large...Swing club was in Vegas and that they were going Saturday night. He mentioned that lots of couples go and watch without swinging. He mentioned that there were private as well as public places where people had sex. He said you can watch others without participating and it would be very laid back if we wanted to go. We said we would let them know. Shit. Fuck. And fuck some more. He was dead. Ash had been following his client’s girlfriend around and had some pretty incriminating pictures of her, and like an idiot. He had kept the only file of them on his PC. He had no fucking idea who took his laptop, or his phone, and he wouldn’t have even gave a shit if his boss wasn’t the hard ass he was. He’d seen people quietly ‘removed’ for a lesser mistake than the one he just made. In hindsight, setting both his phone and his laptops to the single. But as she helped me mop it up, her eyes caught mine for just a few seconds longer than was professionally required, and my heart missed a beat. The napkins she brought a couple of moment later contained a short note: 'Suzanne Eitler, Airport Sheraton, Tonight', and I felt a familiar dampness in my panties. This was not supposed to happen! I was a 35 year old married mother of 2, flying to Frankfurt on a first business trip for many years. Although my husband had initially liked the idea of. But I dain't ask and she ran away. I didn't wanna be tied up and beaten up for grassin' ya up." Where is she?" I dunno," George told them honestly as rivers of blood streaked across his face, but Tony smashed his fist into his bloody mess, causing him to cry out in pain."I said, where?" I dunno," George repeated with blood dripping from his nose. "I just dunno. She said she'd write, but she ain't done."Tony shook his head and picked up a gun from the table and pointed at him. "I wanna know," he.