And that’s when she too “probably” noticed Mark’s hard on – because when she turned back to me – her energy was now tripled (if that was e...en possible!). She lit up with kisses and hands everywhere, a primal passion driving her… It was as if she was now writhing her body around, not just for my sake, but perhaps for Mark’s eyes too …I asked her if she could see if Mark was awake, and she said she thought his eyes were closed, but couldn't tell for sure – and she “forgot” to mention the huge. "As they strode back through the club, heading for the entrance, Carol came up. "Can I borrow Angela for just a minute?"As Carol drug Angela off, Papa Stripper said, "She loves you very much, your little wife." Ah, you got the same feeling I did," Margo replied, "that she's giving Angela care and feeding instructions along with threats of dire punishment should something unpleasant happen to me?" Was dere ever any doubt," he said, laughing with a deep bass rumble. "She had a look about her dat. The moment passed, but not without a long, uncomfortable silence from both McKendrick and the client. So I knew I was going to get chewed out. I wasn’t prepared for the full message he had for me though. McKendrick’s only about ten years older than me, but as I sat in front of his huge antique desk he gave me a fatherly smile, which is always a bad sign in a stuffed shirt like him. ‘Mark,’ he began, ‘we’re worried about you…have been for a little while now. It’s not just the, er, embarrassment. The traffic in London is terrible at this time of evening!"Despite Richard's concern about the traffic, we arrived at the Black Friar, a narrow wedge-shaped building on Queen Victoria Street, shortly after eight-thirty. We were led through a low arched passageway to a small, intimate bar area, where we found Bridget already seated in an upholstered booth with a large handsome young man, both nursing mugs of warm dark ale. Seeing our approach, she quickly slid out of the booth and hugged me.