Maybe so. When’s the next meeting?”“Tomorrow, actually. They meet at the GameStop on University Parkway.”“Thanks, I’ll check it out.” He...ring the steam from Antonio’s iron, Michael remarked, “Dude, you’re fucking obsessed with clothes. It’s a little disturbing.”“What can I say? The ladies love a man wearing a freshly pressed shirt!”“Yeah, right. I’d bet you’re in the closet. Great cover, by the way,” Michael snorted.“Hey, that hurts,” Antonio whined, feigning a heart attack. “I can’t help it if. ”“Are you sure?”“Pretty sure. What makes you think I’m not?”She stirred her drink with the cocktail sword. “You look a little disheveled. Your hair’s a bit messy. You haven’t shaved. Your shirt collar is twisted. You look like the kind of man who is used to having a woman groom him. Clean him up a little before he goes off to work.”“She’s very good to me.”“I bet she is. Does she know you’re out talking to strange women in bars?” She smiled.“No. She wouldn’t mind. We’re just sitting here. Cindi pulled her hair back to keep it from falling on Amy's chest and gently sucked on her nipple. Amy moaned out loud, still thinking it was me. She was still pretty out of it. Her eyes snapped wide open when Cindi moved up and kissed her on the mouth again, and she realized who was playing with her. For a few seconds she acted like she was going to pull away, then she moaned and kissed Cindi back, like it was just too much work to stop it. Soon, Cindi stopped kissing her and went back to. "No! Our ways parthere. I'm going this way. You are going that way. Goodbye". Lucy got upand wordlessly picked up one of the potato bags. "What?" "I stillpromised to carry those for you. At least until we are ouf of theforest.". Devilla took the heavy bag out of her hands. "Thank you, I cancarry them myself just fine." a short silence later she added "It wasnice meeting you, actually... Goodbye!" With that she turned and walkedaway.Obviously she hadn't been firm enough though. It did not take.