Her body now in the low light was sexier than I remember. Her hair was a little crazy and her small boobs stood out, the nipples a subtle red against ...er olive skin. "Ummm, to be honest. I'm thinking about something else. Something more...real than porn." Real sounds better to me. I'm all hot and bothered over here."She hesitated a moment and said, "Soooo, what if I like, took care of that for you...?"It took a minute to register what she was asking. I felt a little shock, but also a pang of. Except. That was such a blunt instrument, Ms. Anderson. Do you really think that ... or was this a ploy to encourage me to dig deeper, work harder, be smarter? Or, more likely, I didn’t know what the fuck was going on. Much more likely.I put my Kansas City hacking team, no, my research team, Jessie and Jesse Sullivan, onto Anderson Mothwitz. And Ms. Anderson.Martinis. I learned to love them when I lived in New York. The taste, well, I had to acquire that. But I adore how the drink looks in a. One had a dress on. Lovely shade of pink, pity he hadn’t had a shave for a week.I sidled up to, Nigel. “Here my mate fancies you,” I says all friendly like like I was chatting up some girl.“Oh really,” he says, “And who are you, Vice pope Eric or the Prince of Whales?”“Nah straight up Nige,” I says, “He gets a bit loose tongued when he’s pissed, said he dreams about your big manly cock up his arse.”“My what?” he says.“Well it used to be remember?” I said, “When you used to get a hard on in the. She reached out to take the gown but he stepped away."Don’t. It’s more honest this way." He took another step back and sat in the armchair, still holding her robe.“You seem to get naked for everyone else, I thought I’d see what I was missing."“I don’t strip for everyone, don’t exaggerate.”“My mistake mother. Good to know you have standards. Judging by recent form, it looks like some kind of uniform and a big cock is needed. Is it both or either?”"I don’t know what you’re talking about."Jack.