" He picked up a scrap of paper and laid it on the table. Then he took one last swallow from the whiskey bottle on the table. He poured the rest ...ver the papers on the floor. He picked up the scrap from the table, lit it with his lighter, and tossed it with the rest on the floor. The fire would keep the new government from realizing its financial loss for several weeks.The three man ran from the room, the pilot in the lead. The helicopter was in the garden outside. They climbed in. . “Hot, young blood,” he says.I have to shout to be sure of being heard, but I understand him even though his lips barely move. His black hair is cropped to battlefield brevity. I wonder if he is on leave. My friends wouldn’t like that. They don’t have time for the military. I glance back to them, but they are too deep in the dance to notice me.“Were you in ‘nam?” I ask, my stomach squeezing. He shakes his head and my spine unwinds. I notice the drink in his hand is down to the dregs.“Thirsty?” I. ”“No that was me before I was married, it nearly turned into a disaster as Alex wasn’t a great deal better. Our parents have decided that being good is bad for you. Which doesn’t stop them worrying about it going wrong hence this set up.”“Your parents are involved?”“Both sets.”“Good grief what am I letting myself in for.” The way Lisa was looking at them belied her words.“Believe me more than you can guess. Do you have a thong bikini?”“I will by Saturday. This sound fun if only to see the lads. You stand there in front of me; I see the look of longing in your eyes, a hunger, a need, a lust, you need me more than anything else. Nothing else matters, except me. I pull you towards me, my strong arms pressing you against my chest as our eyes lock together. My hand cups your buttock, moves around and then I move it inside the long skirt you are wearing. It finds bare flesh as in your horny state you have omitted your underwear. You naughty girl. You know how it displeases me when you allow.