Seamed stockings, a garter belt, thigh high boots and an exquisite black lace bra and panty set from the finest lingerie shop in Paris complete your o...tfit. We have returned to the car after a cocktail party given in my honor by my publisher. You had two strong martinis. “Take off your dress.” “Right here, baby?” you reply with a sexy twinkle in your voice. “Yes, do it, now!” You pull the hem of the dress up your thighs, then scootch forward to bring it to your hips. You can feel the soft. .odd. It was a weird expression to have. I walked in and Ryan shut the door behind me. "So what's up?" I said looking at them innocently. "You fucking know what's up, Tayler," Ryan said harshly as he leaned against the wall. I looked over at Jared questioningly, but he was staring at the ground like it was the most fascinating thing on the planet. "W-what?" I asked genuinely wondering what the hell he was talking about. "You think you're so fucking cute don't you. You're just a little cock. A doorway with no door was at the far end of the wall that ran behind the table. Still nobody. I walked around the back of the shack to see if the girl I saw was out back. Nobody. A small opening, apparently for a window, that had long been been broken and removed was in the back wall. I skirted the wall intending to walk around the shack and back to the front. "Emmmmmmmm", a soft feminine sound, drifted from the window. "Emmmmmmmmm", there it was again. I quietly approached the window. I do want to thank one individual here who in a way is responsible for me meeting my beautiful bride Valerie. That man is John Wilkinsing. Most of you do know that John’s foundation is why the clinic exists at Lake Lancer. His foundation gives millions of dollars a year to hospitals and other institutions that impact our lives, all for the better. Right now his foundation is involved in seeing that reasonable access to medical care is available to all residents in this State and soon that.