‘I work here, and I’m here for the band rehearsals.’ ‘What’s your name?’ He asked as he consulted a clip board. ‘Barry Snelling, I play ...armonica in the band.’ That obviously didn’t impress him. ‘And sing.’ That was more impressive. He lifted the tape. ‘Is Susie here yet?’ ‘Yeah she arrived ten minutes ago. She’s a bit of all right.’ ‘Down boy. Are you into the blues?’ ‘I can take it or leave it.’ ‘If you want to catch the show tonight I can arrange freebies for you and a friend.’ I was almost. I had moved my face a little closer to her naked breasts and as my lips brushed against her nipples, she let out a soft moan. I decided to be a little bolder; I opened my mouth a little and pulled one of her nipples into it. I started to gently suck on her young nipple, and with her moaning every time I did this, I decided to be even bolder. I slowly started to pull her pants down, but she stopped me and smirked at me. “Ah ah ah, not yet Steve,” was her response. “You will get to see the rest. The pianist waited for her nod, she gave it to him, and she started to sing in that lovely, flowing voice.And I made my "entrance," actually taking a couple of steps toward her, and did my own introductory lines, pretty much straightforward. And she answered, just two words—"Grazie, signor", "Thank you, sir"—but with such contempt dripping down them that I was briefly taken aback. Had I pissed her off somehow? Upset her?It was only a flash, though, before I understood. This wasn't Camilla. Somebody will have to have a meeting to discuss strategy or something — anything to keep me from getting my job done." Sighing, he finished with, "I guess that's what I have ASACs for."As Whatley started to step off the porch, Grigsby stopped him. "How about getting someone to assign another weapon to Hanes, and have it delivered, please. I want my gun back." I can relate to that," Whatley said. "I'll get someone on it as soon as I get to headquarters." He stopped again. "How soon do you think.