"Have you eaten? I CAN cook. We can watch TV with you masked, then make love with me masked..."Not 'fuck' -- 'make love.' This was Crystal's approach ...o it. Luke was right; she was head over heels, poor thing. Well, in a couple of days, she could see the whole package -- and she would either love it or we would go our separate ways, both miserable. I knew I would be and all indications said she would, too. Desiree wasn't the backup option she thought she was, because Crystal could always tell. We don’t want her in the house for long before we move in with the search warrant.”“She’s going to run, Jordan,” I answered.“She’s going to try,” he smiled. “This is a federal case and her passport has been collected. She would be stopped at any border.”“Any wagers on that?”“No. But, despite what our judge said, we’ve got an airtight case against Barnett, Keane, and Lamb and she is the major shareholder. Bradley Keane’s wife holds a twenty-five percent share now that he’s gone. I’m sorry her. Slowly she slid them over her shoulders, down her arms, over her firm, small breasts and longish, distended nipples (those were new!), down her flat, firm stomach and into her lap.It did take not much for her to have her hands-on orgasm. That was never her problem, after all. Relieved and excited, she nonetheless slid back under her covers and wrapped them snugly about her nude form. She still had a few hours of sleep to finish Master PC’s masterpiece.One thing she knew for certain – the dress. I feel guilty. I should be helping. Somehow.I ask the handsome pilot, who is much younger now, if he would like a drink. We're back in my apartment, the emergency apparently over. Let me revise that. We're in a dream version of my apartment. For instance it has no outer wall; it is open to the elements. Looking out, you can see the fine mist falling in the vapor lights. The pilot, if he is a pilot, points at the ceiling (there are holes in the ceiling, which open up to the sky) and says he.