‘Greta?’ the voice on the other end asked. ‘Greta?’ ”The ring of Cyaxares seeks its owner.’ ‘Ach! I understand. Who is this?’ the man ...sked. ‘I’d rather not say over the phone. Can we meet?’ ‘Ja. Are you staying at Greta’s? I can be there in less than an hour.’ Alan had the man hold on for a minute while he consulted the other guys, then asked the man on the other end of the phone to meet them at their hotel, which was closer to the center of town. The man told Alan how he could be identified. ‘Oh,’ I groaned. ‘Why did I even ask her out? What was I thinking?’ ‘I don’t think you were,’ Dalton answered. ‘Huh?’ said I, confused. ‘We all saw the way you were looking at her last night,’ he explained. ‘Just go with it.’ ‘Uh-huh. Easy for you to say,’ I told him. When six-thirty rolled around, I got into my father’s Jeep and went to pick up Miranda. I took her to Penny’s, a local diner. I had forgotten that the place was so ritzy and wished I had brought more than fifty dollars. ‘A table. C) he was pretty sure that the malevolent glowingeyes from ceiling level were at least slightly confused. "Hahaha," a woman's voice chuckled, though with aslightly unsure sound to the laugh. "Now we've got you!You'll pay for knocking those dresses down and saying 'thestaff will pick them up, after all, that's what they paythem for' - yes, you'll pay." Again the woman's voice wentinto mocking laughter. Jay cleared his throat. "Uhm, excuse me, but wouldit be too much to ask if you. Through her thong I could feel my lips touching her warm labia and the smell of her arousal stimulated my senses.Without releasing the close touch, I pulled Karin's thong down. My spontaneous realization that she was completely clean-shaven in the genital area made my heart beat faster. I have always been an avowed fan of a Hollywood cut. My lips enjoyed the soft feel of her distinct mons pubis and I was almost tempted to touch her inner labia with my tongue. But no, we wanted to take it slowly.