.trustme...to try to get into your pants, big sister. Affecting anonchalant indifference, I leaned back (and almost fell offthe couch) and said, "Than...s. Now, shoot. What's on yourmind, woman?" (She loved to be called "woman.") Now thatthe general topic was out of the bag and we'd establishedthe ground rules, she visibly relaxed a little more.Swinging around, she put her bare feet on the couchnear mine and leaned her knees into the cushions, tuggingher skirt down. Out of my peripheral vision I. ‘His price for stealing a beacon,’ the man says in Klondike. Half human half Klondike. His mother had to be blind. Klondikes are ugly to every race. ‘How much?’ ‘What?’ ‘How much to pay off his debt?’ ’35 purx.’ ‘For a beacon?’ He was cheating me and he knew it. ‘Plus interest.’ The Klondike laughs opening his mouth to show hidden pinchers. ‘Here!’ I thrust 35 purx into his greedy palm. This to my relief shuts him up. He blinks, but hands me the leash. I lean forward to the 5 foot reddish. About that time she came to the same conclusion and looked at me for the first time. (I found out the next night why the guy she wanted didn't notice, he was back at the hot tub with his lover, another man, the guy was gay)I offered her a glass of wine and we kinda chatted with broken language and by the time we had drank the wine the last old guy was heading out which is when i headed in for her hot body. we were making out and my hands were all over her with her top pulled up and i was. You sitting near here?’ ‘I think so. Hi, I’m Lindsay Collins.’ ‘Matt Conklin. I think that would put you, let’s see, here.’ I set the pack at a table two seats from mine. She smiled at me. ‘Thanks.’ I was momentarily stunned by the force of that smile, and before I could respond the lecture started. Over the next few weeks I got the same smile every time she passed me on the way to her seat. It didn’t mean a lot, though, since she treated everyone she saw with the same friendly courtesy. It was.