"I will not apologize for telling the truth. If you don't like the way I have behaved toward your daughter since catching her with her hand on another...man's cock that's just too damned bad. But I did catch her with her hand on another man's cock and I am not going to forget it or forgive it. Now get the fuck out of my way" and I pushed past him.Of course my parents were horrified at my behavior at the party, but I told them that it was their own fault for inviting Gloria's parents knowing full. I could barely keep up with the pace in my black knee-length boots and a short golden dress which the more I rushed, the more it scrolled up.Whatever wouldn't we choose, one gets assured about the approaching Portuguese waiter prone to mix each existing language of the world and to name the whole thing "English" with his casual gaucho's accent. Our inn turned out to be a seafood restaurant. I scanned the menu in my research for anything edible enough, because the Polish stomachs can throw an. "Mostly, anyway," her protest got weaker. I kissed her again, and she kissed me back. "A little?" she actually squeaked, and she raised up her eyes and looked into mine. "No, I guess I wasn't kidding at all – I was hoping." So was I, little girl, so was I" And the world went away, former sad realities erased by this new "together" that we had both suddenly realized we were hoping for.We sat there quietly for a while, both caught up, I guess, in this "new reality."Then she said "We've gotta have. "Let them through," he ordered with a heavy Dutch accent. Reluctantly the guards bowed to his command. We entered our meeting place, a clubhouse with a bar and small tables and a large round table at the corner. We sat there."You owe me fifteen hundred American," the leader said to Bess."Of course Greg," Bess responded and handed him a banded fold.Miles Van Der Rott chuckled. "A true businessman," he said and shook Greg's hand."A great compliment from you," said Greg. "Was it your men who.