The bad news was that whoever else it was had a gun pointed right at me. I was still gaping when he and his two pals behind him pushed me back and wal...ed in. The door made a dismal click as it re-latched behind them."Please make no sound, Mr. Costain," said the man holding the pistol. "The device you will notice on the muzzle of this gun is called a silencer, it will reduce any noise made by the gun's discharge to something that will be inaudible beyond the confines of this room. And I will. ) My heartthrob, she was. She made my heart throb, all right. Unfortunately, the reverse seemed not to be the case. She didn't even know who I was and nonchalantly brushed off my feeble efforts to approach her. It was a damn good thing I didn't need to ask her for the the time of day, because she likely wouldn't have given it to me.Why then, did I attend the thirty-fifth anniversary class reunion? Partly out of morbid curiosity and, who knows, I might just get some satisfaction for all the. Lying on the ground, his trousers around his thighs and his cock slowly subsiding, he looked rather absurd.'I'm sorry. So sorry,' I said, as I pulled up my panties, rearranged my dress and rushed back into the dance hall.'Prick tease!' the boy yelled to my back.Now the band were playing 'Lay, Lady, Lay'.*******'Flora, what you did was utterly appalling. The behaviour of a common slut. You are a beautiful young woman. Why do you defile yourself in this way?''I'm sorry, sister. I don't know what. He gets paid off in cocaine, which he peddles. I mean duh!" Oh," I said. "Sorry, listening to you too much and not thinking it through." Well, I did have more time with it," she admitted. "But anyhow, the kicker is when I get to his private payroll. He's got 'em fucking listed! Jose somebody, Alberto somebody, Theresa somebody—Jose, Berto and Terry, right?—and all at the same addresses. Multiples for all three, Laurel, Bowie and Arlington. D.C. 'burbs. He's getting job credits and tax writeoffs.