"Gia runs the bay unless ship's personnel arrive." He patted his stunner, and turned to Tiffany. "They get one warning from either of you." His voice ...ropped deeper. "Then they're mine."The calmness of his statement reassured Tiffany. She exchanged a glance with her fellow concubine. Gia winked."Tiffany, this is Corporal Mendez." He extended his hand. "Corporal this is Tiffany..."She smiled and replied. "Jenkins, Tiffany Jenkins." The AI had explained that taking Bill's name reduced confusion. Once again, after more than twenty minutes Anita came back and sat down by me. "How was that" I asked her. "Lovely, the guy had a very nice cock". She smiled at me…We stayed there chatting for a while and sharing some drinks, until the guy number Three came over my wife and asked her if she would like to dance. As they walked to the dance floor, I enjoyed watching Ana’s hips swaying to the music.After a few songs, they came and sat down by me; again I was introduced as “just a good friend”.. White shirt, white shirt, white shirt: I stopped counting. Acouple of pairs of khakis for the weekend.The desk was clear of papers, his laptop folded and pushed to the side.She frowned as I opened drawers and rummaged."He keep a gun?" I asked. She shook her head. I found some file folders,nothing from the bank, but, banker to the core, I guess, he had neatlyfiled things: house, warranties, taxes, statements. The top of astockbroker's statement -- I couldn't spot the date -- caught my eye:. Just do what I need like a gentleman and I won’t shoot you, because I won’t have to.’ His response was to grab the gun by the barrel. He didn’t try to knock it away or pull it out of her hand, he just gripped it. But he moved so fast she almost pissed herself, and in the same second she squeezed the trigger on reflex. That should have been that. But it wasn’t. The damn gun only clicked—it needed reloaded. She thought it still had two shots left in it but she must have miscounted. Shit. She.