Then he got in his MG and drove out to car dealer, Warner told himself that sometimes the opportunity comes to a man to do something, and he better be...ready to grab at-it. He hated to get rid of the little bomb, but he parked and collected the papers out of the glove compartment. He got out and handed the papers to the man. Just like that.“Three hundred is all she’s worth,” the dealer said.“Pay me in cash,” Warner said.The dealer got in, drove the MG around back. No real name was used in the making ;) It was a cool Friday night in August. A 5'4 girl named Deborah was sitting at home waiting for a call from her husband saying he was in her way home. It was 10:30 and she was starting to get worried so she gave him a call. As she was calling him, she heard loud music in the background and she hung up without another word being said. She got up and went to bed. As she was laying down her best friend Patrick texted her asking her if she wants to hang out. His impressions of movie stars like James Cagney and Humphrey Bogart were great, but the officers and sailors he did were even better.George had been a signalman, which meant he knew how to send messages with the big flashing signal lamps that ships used at sea. He also knew semaphore, which was another form of signaling, where you'd wave brightly colored flags in a pattern from the deck to signal ships that were in the area. There was a whole language to these systems, and George would stand. One foot began pressing rhythmically on his groin, and he was beginning to notice the effect it had on him. He slid his hands up and down her nylon-covered legs, discovering, to his delight, that she wore stockings, not panty-hose. Suddenly he stopped.'Just what are we doing, Natasha?''We are two old and dear friends, sitting outside a brasserie in Paris, enjoying a drink in the sunshine, and you are running your hands up and down my legs.''And you are doing amazing things with your foot. Shall.