The conversation was lively and friendly.We had been talking after the meal for two hours when an aide from downstairs almost ran into the room and ha...ded me a note.Most of the downstairs offices were staffed twenty four hours a day. The second floor was Joint Chiefs, the intelligence group, CIA, NSA, and the group that fed information to the two guys handling the football.The note was from the CIA desk, ‘‘You need to come down here ASAP.’’I excused myself and almost ran to the elevator. At the. I shook my head side to side like a lion sniffing the air. I was feeling tipsy, my temper subsiding with the meal and wine. I looked up at him shyly, "Thank you."He smiled sweetly at me. "Belle, I like you like this, vulnerable, but always so strong." I laughed. A rakish grin crossed his face as he raised his glass again, "To making love on every train, coach and taxi in Europe!" I laughed, and he drained his glass. "We will go now. I will make love to you slowly and make you know who is your. Par Sonu abhi bhi kal ka hadsa bhula nahi pati hai aur bina nashta kiye hi college chali jati hai.Bhide bhi nasta karke niche society office mein chale jata hai aur sochne lagta hai ki aaj Anjali ko chodu ya Babita ko. Idhar Madhvi bhi bohut mood mein hoti hai aur woh Jethalal ko phone lagati haiM: Hello, Jethaji, kaha ho?J: Main dukan mein, bolo kaise yaad kiya?M: Bohut mood aaraha hai. Apko milne ki icha ho rahi hai. Par ye aaj society mein hi hai toh kya karu samajh nahi aa raha.J: Woh to. "Ade raised an eyebrow: "Thanks. I think." Just for the record, what do you like to call your little friend? Girldick is a nice safe word." Dunno. I guess I still think masc. Usually it's just my junk."Jen shook her head. "Mmm mm, no way. Don't think of it like that,sweetie. Junk is such a negative word. There's a hundred other fun andsexy things to call it."Ade giggled "Dick bits."Her friend stared, eyes popping before laughing hysterically."Girl root? Pigwhistle?"Jen was finding it hard to.