Nick was astounded howwarm the water was, especially around River.The instant the two were in the water, the river fed their stories toRiver, and she ...mmediately knew how to deal with each of them. Firstwas the traditional song of the history of the people, and as shesang that, the river taught them the language. As in the past, atfirst the river merely translated what River was singing, butgradually that expanded into a full understanding of the language. Bythe end of the song all three were. ‘Damn romance novels, I always said they were ruining women.’ Sam shrugged noncommittally. ‘There’s sex with a stranger in a seedy motel room.’ ‘Or as we call it in L.A., Tuesday night.’ Chuckling, Sam continued, ‘Then there’s pampering from an older man, sex with two men at the same time, and here’s an interesting one: being a stripper and seducing a client.’ ‘And that would be an average Thursday night.’ Sam tossed her napkin at her friend. ‘Don’t judge. Don’t you remember when Mrs.. I asked her if she wanted to look over our presentation and she came in. I sat at the desk and opened my laptop, she leaned over my shoulder to read - in doing so, she pressed her sweaty body against me - I could smell her sweaty breasts and it turned me on more. Some sweat dropped off her hair and landed on my pants. She flirtatiously apologized and started rubbing my leg a bit. Her hand graded my hardened cock and she smiled at me. “I’m flattered,” she giggled. “You’re hard to resist,” I. “Yep, see that bloke; he was the driver that was arrested for trying to run me over. Let’s see if we can get a closer shot of his hand when he gives that woman driver the bird.”I used the rendering software on the machine we had and zoomed in on the hand. It wasn’t the best shot, but I was convinced it was the man the Army had in custody thanks to me. For one, his middle finger was short of its tip, and he had a round tattoo on the back of his hand.I couldn’t pick it out fully but then again,.