I put that skill to use now, using certain codes I had picked up over the years. Scanning the reservation systems of a dozen hotels, I hit the jackpot...-- the Bodwells, one room , a mother traveling with her daughter. Using the mother's credit card number, I hacked into the Visa database and pulled up a customer profile, complete with a scanned picture used on the card itself.The pretty blonde in the id photo was Roxanne Bodwell, thirty-six, residence London, England. Her occupation was that of. I am going to call Patrick Shaughnessy and talk to him as well.”“No actions without clearing them with me, Steve.”“I heard you the first time, Counselor. I’m not twenty-two.”“No, you aren’t. But you might be the one on tilt this time.”He had a very good point. It was time to focus and make sure that I outplayed the man, even if he had better cards. I did it all the time at the poker table. Now it was time to do it in business.April 8, 1994, Chicago, Illinois“Jamie is right. The Feds will never. DaBigBoom was enveloped. He breathed in and inhaled a powerful, sultry perfume that smelt like something an expensive escort would wear when entertaining exclusive clientele. The scent set his heart racing and caused his brain to throb with sexual excitement.It also made his arms and legs feel like sacks of wet cement."Don't get up," Fifi said with a smile.Not that it was needed. DaBigBoom was already falling back to the floor. The cloud wrapped around him like a comfortable duvet. Ephemeral. That heartbeat was perfect desperation. All I wanted was him inside me. That pause couldn’t have been more than a split second, but the desire was so intense and so strong I was exploding. My rock hard nipples ached to be touched. I ached to be touched everywhere. My curls were brushing my shoulders, waiting for him to gather them together and pull my hair back. I wanted to run my tongue over every inch of him. The moment was desperate.Without any more hesitation, he forced his cock into my.