"Let me talk to Jenny." Let me see if I can find her," Blake replied, and covered the phone. "It's Fred," he told Jenny."Oh, shit," the tall, blonde-h...ired nude said. "Do I have to talk to him today?" You could be in the can," Blake suggested."Oh, hell, I'll talk to him," she said. "I just don't want to. Give me the phone."Blake went back to working on Jenny's back, but listened to the conversation; Knox's voice was loud enough that he could make out both sides of it. "Great news, Jenny," Knox. "I'm sorry, sweetie," she said, sounding very contrite. "After thedinner, Will drove me over to the 79th Street Boat Basin, where he keepsa yacht. We're out in the harbor, now, about half way between StatenIsland and the Statue of Liberty." I see," I said with a little chuckle. "And you're calling to tell usyou won't be home?"There was a long silence."No, sweetie. He did invite me, but no, I'll be home. But it won't befor a couple of hours, yet, and I didn't want you to worry."Annie and I both. Sometimes kissing longer, sometimes shorter.Then, you open your mouth. Kristin does the same. You tease her with just the tip of your tongue. You taste her lip balm. You run your tongue around the length of her lips. Her tongue comes out to meet yours. You both trace the outline of your mouths, tongue matching tongue on every move. Then you both pull back. You put your hand on her breast and move in to kiss her again. She does the same. Your mouths meet open. Her tongue comes out first, and. William's door was ajar as Josh approached it. He knocked anyway, notwanting to be impolite."Come in!" he heard a sultry voice call from inside.He opened the door the rest of the way and walked into the President'slair. It was a typical office for the executive of a small company. Adesk, bookshelves, a couple plants. Art, credentials and variousaccolades lined the walls.Nadia was standing near the large window at the back and drinking deeplyof her Venti citrus green tea. Her midnight black hair.