"An old friend of Helmut's. They met in Berlin when they were botheighteen years old and hit it off immediately. You'll meet him tonight atdinner. I t...ink you'll like him. He's very charming, though like allJunkers a little full of himself." 'Junkers'? I don't understand," I said. "Remember, I lived in Englandfor a big part of my childhood so there are things you were taught inschool over here that I missed out on over there." Ah, I understand" said Gerda, "so I'll explain. The Junkers were. ." she shrugged. "They added me to it. We play sometimes now. There are times when a girl just needs to get off, you know. And having friends with benefits works out really well for us." And Tony?" Gibbs asked. For some reason this bothered him the most."You know how I said Tony is like a piercing?"Gibbs nodded."Well, it's like that. It hurts like hell, but the pain is kind of a turn on. He and I would never have worked, but we had fun together. He works better as my best friend." And us?". It didn’t help that every time I looked up at the projector screen, instead of seeing the facts of my presentation, all my mind kept replacing them with was the notes instructing me to strip. The boss of the company, Mark Anderson, was sitting in the position at the desk where my naked arse had been placed, only weeks before. Thoughts of my admirers tongue plunging deep inside me filled my mind every time I looked in that direction. Was it a coincidence that Mark was sat there, or that his. Dozens of thoughts raced through my mind. Every woman does it. Every woman, Desiree. It's not so bad, Chrissy said. It's just like ice cream. It's just like ice cream....Conrad moaned as the scruff of his beard brushed against my neck. His weight lay heavy on top of me, his warm breath pressed against my ear. "That's right, baby, It's just like ice cream."It occurred to me that he had fed this same line to Chrissy. Maybe sex wasn't like ice cream after all and this was just something he said to.