" He reached out and touched her arm.Time to play poker; Caitlin pulled away and sat up, sighing. "Back to the salt mines..."Howard didn't quite go, "...uh?" -- but he thought about it! "Sorry?" Well..." Caitlin had no problem sounding reluctant. "Last night was great, but it won't play at the office."THAT again! Howard had some difficulty seeing how it was relevant; she didn't work for him, after all. This wasn't any boss sexually harassing his assistant scenario... Still, if it was that much of. Eventually it was all the way in, right up to the hilt. He started screwing her in earnest, slamming it in without mercy, making her wince at the size of it as it ploughed her furrow relentlessly. After a while, Melinda let it be known that it was now my turn to receive the ride of my life, as she lifted herself off of his glistening baby maker.With some trepidation, I readied myself over his black impaler, as Melinda went back and sat on Bruno's juice covered face again for some more attention. Ott’s. A Plaza tavern just a block south of Rye, across the street from the tennis courts. Ott’s has a late-night license — not that I’d be staying out with Chip to all hours.It’s a suitably dark little bar — not that I needed darkness for any ... business discussions.No one commented on Adam’s presence; Ott’s is on the ritzy Plaza, but it has the ambiance and attitude of a dive bar in the West Bottoms.Chip didn’t ask a single question about my Caitlin Seaver meeting. Perhaps he realized that I. "I'm really glad we have you, Mrs. Radson. I-I haven't thanked you enough for what you've done for me in the last few weeks." Diane, I--" Debby said, and then her voice cracked. She took a quick, deep breath and wiped one of her eyes. "That means a great deal to me, Diane." Maybe it doesn't look like a lot at your end," Diane said, her voice a little stronger. "But ... at least I don't feel as much like an alien in my own body ... well, at least before the potion and Jason, but that's sort of.