‘Well get your ass out there. Before they get jacked.’ Scott, in just his pants, headed towards the door to the pool and walked out onto the deck....As he walked towards the end of the pool where they meet, he saw his goggles laying on the ground next to a starting block. He bent down and picked them up, then turned to head back and get dressed. When he looked up he saw Stephanie, scurrying out onto the deck. She was clutching the top of a towel that was wrapped around her body, the only thing. "I guess it doesn't hurt for you to know who I am. Frank Costello's the name. And now that the pleasantries are seen too, what are you to the piece of shit Genevose?"David thought carefully about what to say. 'These were mobsters, but they hadn't hurt him ... yet. That could change. But, what the hell... 'Taking a deep breath, he replied "I think he was working for some government group. I can't be certain of that, but nobody ought to know where I am, but Genovese' goons were waiting for me.". “I love sex but insist on many orgasms without being rushed.” I boldly tried to impress her. “I have a particular sexual interest that you might find worth considering. I love giving a woman oral sex, to the point of multiple orgasms, and for as long as it takes.” I thought she would be impressed or pleased, but my comments didn’t even draw a smile from her. “You’re not quite as old a man as I would usually want for a sex partner, and oral sex is part of what I like, but it takes a lot more. That probably should have been the end of it, but of all people, Bogie had other ideas."No," he said. "Let Isabelle try it. If she hits your girl, we get to keep her all night. Is that the wager?" Bogie!" Isabelle stared at him."It is now," Megan agreed. "But if your girl loses..." Yours for the night," Bogie said with an expansive smile. "Do whatever you want with her. But if my Isabelle lands one punch before the fight is over, she wins."And just that quickly the wager was made and Isabelle.