Is that right?" I guess you could say that." How many friends, like ten?" Maybe a few more." Fifteen?" I really wasn't counting." Twenty-five?" Someth...ng like that. Guys seem to like me, but let's stop the math lesson and enjoy our dinner."Kurt was hypnotized by her skirt as that provocatively inched up along her tempting thighs. He only nibbled at the pizza wondering why Kelly had revealed so much of her past and invited him to her place for dinner. His first thought was that it might be her. " Okay," she said tentatively."Please don't say ?Old School' again. It's become so over-used in themotorcycle world that I hate it." I hung up the telephone, went to my closet, and dug out my tuxedo. Overthe years, it had come to represent all that was wrong with corporateAmerica.I checked the fit of the blue-sequined evening gown. I would have a fall-back outfit if I changed my mind.***As my watch beeped ten, Cynthia parked her BMW in my drive. I had preparedone of my Harley-Davidsons for the. When the girl at the office came back on the line, what she told me set some alarms off."Marshal, that's an unregistered tag. We have a few of those we use ourselves. I would say this one is in use by the NSA because of the starting number. They have twelve of them and before the change of Directors, we used to let each other know the numbers. I don't know what's going on, but I would forward a report of this to your immediate supervisor."I thanked her, saying I would certainly be doing that as. "You bastard!" she mumbled through her clenched teeth as she stumbled around, then fell on to her knees. Rick told her to stroke him hard. When she refused, he boxed her ears, then shoved her down roughly. Breathing heavily, feeling as if the sky were about to fall in on her, the blonde pushed herself back up from the ground. She brushed back her hair, then scooted closer to the animal's stomping hindquarters and reached up toward the mule's hanging cock and balls.She almost retched at the.