He was smiling still. “Sure you do honey,” he went on to say. “I know that look when I see it,” he added. In truth he didn’t. He watched her...as she looked at him and throughout time she was still holding the bedsheet up close against her breasts and body. “So you left the party and came over here,” he went on to say. “You and that boy came back here to get it on didn’t you?” He was still smiling and then she did too. She knew what he meant but in truth Tyler and her never really did anything to. It contained no horrible awkward silences, often the sign of an uneasy friendship, even when she talked of her life, he added things to spice it up, which made her happy and contented. She was eating out of his hand. "So, this lad of yours. He all right, is he..you know. In the bedroom department. Eh? Must be...gorgeous young thing like you." He asked, knowing it might embarrass her, but thought he'd got his timing just about perfect. He'd been telling her about some of the sc****s he'd gotten. Lightning flashed, and a few seconds later the rumble of thunder rolled by. It will rain soon, he thought. Did Nora tell the truth? Did she run three days a week, rain or shine? He glanced at his wristwatch. She was late. Perhaps she took a look at the weather and decided she'd run another day.He had information that would help her in her investigation and wondered how he could give it to her without revealing his flights of consciousness. He could always tell her he was a psychic, a canard. "Oh! This contract isn't what I expected. It looks like they want everything and giving me nothing." May I look at it?" Be my guest," he handed her the document. She felt his manhood swell beneath her ass. She shook her butt to get him into the mood for later. He put his arms about her waist as he watched her read the paper."It looks like you are right, Sweetheart," Gwen commented. Working for Frank for years taught her how to read contracts. "I'd say you should go over to them and renegotiate.