"You trust me? That's the kiss of death! Next you'll be telling me you just want to be friends!"She blinked, then laughed. "Are you FLIRTING with me?!...He shook his head. "Wouldn't be ethical. You're vulnerable right now. Add that to drop dead gorgeous and kickass talented on the racquetball court and I'd be a heel to take advantage of you."Her eyes narrowed and then her brow furrowed."You didn't let me win."He laughed. "You got THAT right! Nobody's beat me six games in one session in YEARS!". Additionally, it was certainly no secret to her that, besides having an affinity for her long nails and buxom chest, I had a thing for her kitten-smooth legs. She took a brief break to eat, and, I did the same. Getting back to her laptop, she became near-hysterical when she found that none of her work had been saved. “AHH! Three hours down the damn drain!” and “It’s not here!! What the hell happened?”Knowing she needed this for the next morning, and, also knowing it was an easy problem to. I let him bumble a bit before I moved in. I moved in so close that he could smell the mint in my breath. My pelvis was touching his pot-belly. "Now, Scott. Do you still talk to him." Uh, I-don't-remember-a-Scott." His face was cherry red as my lipstick."Oh," I rasped airily at him. "Maybe you bullied him away?" I joked, laughed. He chuckled nervously away."Yeah," he said, unintentionally pulling a double chin in an effort to distance our faces, "I don't remember Scott." Hmm." I retrieved my. I think the funniest time was back in Miami when I was in a bar one time and this flamingly gay guy saw me and thought I was the real Cesar Romero and started hitting on me. He didn’t know the real Romero had been dead for ten years!”“No! You don’t mean ... Cesar Romero was gay? Oh my God! You’re kidding me, right?”Pierre smiled broadly at this. “Oh, yes! I googled it afterwards. It was quite well known around Hollywood at the time, but of course it wasn’t something they let in the papers in.