" She then gets out and John quickly follows. He opens the front door and lets Brianna in. Before she left, Brianna did put a bottle of champagne next...to the door in a cooler, with some glasses. After the door is closed Brianna folds her arms around his neck and kisses him long and passionate. "How about some champagne, my love?" she asks John, pointing at the bottle. He opens the bottle and gets them both a glass of champagne. They drink it between kisses.John is still a bit taken by all. I'm a fucking paragon of politeness, so I won't bore you with the details of our small talk. I come from down there, and you come from over there. I'm Anna and you're Paul in the dark green polo shirt, and that's brother Gary . They were slim, in their thirties, but balding, so had shaven heads which suited them nicely . A tad younger than this housewife milf, which only added to their charm I must say. When their eyes go down to your crotch every other second it doesn't take a world renowned. I have to walk softly for while, but they will all come to me to resolve a problem."Marie said, "All of them? Even the Secret Service?" All of them in this region, and all of the Marshals offices in the United States, Puerto Rico, and the possessions." Possessions, Sir?" The U.S. Virgin Islands, Guam, you know, places like that." Oh shit." You're right, Oh shit." Sorry, Sir." Quite alright. I do need Brian's phone number first, though."She wrote a number on a piece of paper and gave it to me,. Holding my breath, I pressed my back against the wall and waited."Why in hell not?" Nat's voice hissed. "You used to do it."Aunt Linda waited a moment before she spoke. "I never did like your... your stuff in my mouth, Nat. I just don't want to any more, that's all."My knees felt shaky already and I pulled air into my lungs and clenched my fists to fight down the electric effects my aunt's and uncle's words were having upon me."Damn it to hell, woman. I can't put it in you and you won't suck it.