I don’t like having my back to it, but she’d seen the driver. “She’s medium height. Latina. Think I should get my PI license?”“Maybe.”Fu...k. That reminded me. I’m not licensed in California. Missouri and that fucking Kansas, yes. I’d been meaning to look into what West Coast hoops I’d have to hurdle through. Probably better not to be caught.I had increased my professional insurance to $1,000,000 -- half for persons, half for property.Felicity and I took our time. If our tail stuck with us, why. They didn't quite explained what he was there for, but my guess was he did some sort of computer support and they'd been forced to make him a partner.Then there was Amanda. She looked like an ornamental piece. She must not have been older than 23, wore understated but elegant jewels, and had stunning eyes. My impression about her place in the company sharply changed, though, when they told me she'd be my direct interlocutor in the negotiations. Apparently she had some sort of financial or legal. We took rest for few minutes and ordered drinks. She never consumed alcohol but wanted to try a little so i order a small vodka for her. After having a peg, she was feeling more relaxed and now we were talking like friends. All of sudden, one girl came to our table and appreciated us that you guys are perfect couple and told me that i’m lucky to have such a wonderful girl as my girl friend. I thanked her. Soha & i laughed but i could see her face was red with shyness. I ordered another drink. No problems with arms getting tired supporting weight and so on. He asked her, “It’s been a while a while it was like that, or you came back to bed in the morning. I liked it and just wondered how we can make it happen again.”She looked thoughtful and said, “I’m not sure. I had some sexy dreams. Yes, you were in them, and I guess that just sort of gave you an aura this morning and so I got the urge. Maybe we’ve been married long enough that our sex has lost its edge. Could we both work on.