While getting ready for what was sure to be a slow shift since a lot of dancers didn’t show up, the owner Devon Cander walked in. ‘Where is everyo...e?’ he asked in a deep sexy voice she loved so much. ‘Not here.’ she replied sarcastically. ‘Smart ass.’ ‘Yeah, but you know you love it.’ ‘You do have a fine ass.’ he commented in a husky voice. ‘Yeah well at least you like it, everyone else has someone and it feels like I am the only person alone in the world today.’ she said needing to vent some. He asked if shed ever had alcohol before and she replied once or twice. It didnt surprise him, he hoped that at 15 she wasnt some closeted raging alcoholic or something. They sipped their beers and lay on a quilt in the grass, enjoying the damp airs cooling effect. By the time their date was over it was just past 10. He headed back to the store to make sure everything was locked up tight and to put his plan in place. Charlie hated himself as he dragged her limp body to the back room. The pretty. She felt her face go redder and redder, the desire building inside her like never before. He softly released her fingers, now cleaned and no chocolate left on them. He then took a piece of strawberry… traced her lips with the chocolate, then removed the strawberry and wiped the chocolate from her lips. He laughed as her tongue tried to capture his finger… his eyes twinkled at her, letting her know that in good time, she would taste him. He watched as her lips once again instinctually opened. Up in my office I took my list of contact numbers from the wall safe, sat down at the desk and began dialing."McMurphy." the voice at the other end answered."Number three ... this is Dr. Blacktower. Do you recognize my voice?" Yes sir, what can I do for you?" the third of my five FBI moles instantly replied."Two things; one that's in the FBI's best interests and one that is for me personally. First off, you have an upper level section chief by the name of Harold Roberts in the Washington.