"Sherri, like the items downstairs, they are tools, like any tool, they can be used for good or evil. If someone is trying to kill you, and in St. Lou...s, it's a real possibility, I want you to have a chance to live. That is all these are, chances to live.She ate her breakfast unconvinced and dreading the day. "Is this a must do, or do I have a choice in the matter?" I won't demand you carry, I will suggest in the strongest terms that you get the permit, but that is your choice too. I will. She rubbed the towel down her hair, twisting her flexible torso effortlessly with no sense of how sexy it looked.“Morning,” she smiled.“Morning,” I could only smile back. I didn’t want to say anything else, that might challenge them. Maybe they’d just be tired and feel like going home. Melanie went into the shower. I drank two pint glasses of dilute squash, then it was my turn to shower. We made beans on toast for a late lunch and adjourned to the living room while, mercifully, my headache. ‘What took you so long, darling?’ she asked. The love-making that followed was quick, but sweet. After they finished, Arlene took a quick shower. Once they were dressed, they went out to get something to eat. William thought his wife’s outfit was terrific. She had on a clinging pale blue jersey blouse and a loose white wraparound skirt. ‘You look gorgeous,’ he told her as they walked down the driveway toward William’s BMW. ‘I’m glad you think so,’ Arlene replied. ‘I love you and I want to look. “Would you like to go over limits?” he asks me softly. I nod, he’s much more of a gentleman than I am used to, I’m very taken aback. “I don’t really have limits,” he says reaching for the folder on the coffee table in front of us. “I don’t like girls to play with my asshole, but that’s about it.” I’m about to open my mouth and make a comment about whether or not he likes guys to play with his asshole, but I decide not to. “I don’t really have limits either,” I offer. “Just be careful with my.