" Like Roger being the estate stud?" I chuckled."Yes," she sighed. "Though I often go too far, particularly with the women. Men don't mind a reputatio... so much. Women hate it." You just have to stick to ordinary gossip," I said, now standing closer to her. "Leave the steamy stuff to others and you'll find you get on a lot better with people." Talking about the steamy stuff is fun though, even the made up stories," she sighed."Doing is better than talking," I chuckled, watching her blush."Yes,. Jason rubbed his hands together and stimulated the circulation. Pins and needles reminded him that he should have been wearing gloves outside. His search of the cupboards had produced a bottle of Bourbon. Two glasses on the low table between the settle and the fire were half filled with the amber coloured liquid, warmed by the reflected heat of the dancing flames that refracted and glinted through the glass.Jason sat opposite her and reached for his glass. He studied her face as if to burn the. She knew of the situation, of course. She tolerated it because she knew that the women would never be around long enough to develop a relationship with him. Sometimes she even helped him to abduct the girls. Still, there were times he thought she was jealous of his doomed women. He hadn’t yet told her about his newest target.He watched the coffee shop from the van, the engine idling. It was the Friday before the girl’s vacation, almost 8:00pm. She would be off in minutes. He watched the coffee. Her facial structure. Her upper body, her thick, curvy hips, and figure…And it all consumed my developing desire of wanting more of her. However I started seeing Pallavi face, and body again. Yes, that body of hers. Oh yes, that body…Her body, her lips, her breasts…Her thighs ….. Her rounded ass ……………all of her, again and I was going mad again, her plunging deep neckline gave a wonderful view of her unfettered tits which were fluttering to set free from the clutches of the soft fabric.She woke.