Unh... Just hurry up Randy, would ya. Uh..uh..uh.." He plants his elbows on the table and rests his chin on his hands, staring at the shuttered window...in a most disinterested way as his body is if forced forward and back. The table legs creak and slide with each impact.Skanky Snurf, village whore. It was bad enough that doing his ass was like screwing a windsock, but his bored and lippy demeanor today was really putting you off. You bring your hands down from his stumpy little knob of a tail to. I hear music in the other room and I the shuffle of him putting the food away and getting prepped for our dinner. My mouth waters a little thinking of how much I look forward to dinner. We haven't eaten since earlier on the road and I can feel my stomach telling me it is time to get some food for energy. I concentrate on the water that is swirling around my body and the heat relaxing my body. I think about how I want that water to be his hands. His hands, like the water, have been on every part. . well, they didn’t know what they hell they wanted. And then there were the twins.Lacy and Stacy were RBB twins. RBB is a notation I use in my personal files. It stands for Rich Bitch Brat. That doesn’t mean I won’t do work for them. I work for some pretty nasty people, so petty, spoiled brats are not a problem. As long as someone doesn’t want an assassination device or some kind of pure torture equipment or a device that would do permanent bodily harm, I don’t care what kind of personality. He only interrupted her once, asking "Kostowe and Deb are in Washington?" When she confirmed it, he let her finish.When she had finished, he returned her gaze, as she looked at him earnestly. "Yeah, Deb and Kostowe did something about what we talked about on his boat the other day. And it's what you want to do," he'd told her. "Of course you should accept whatever Deb and Kostowe got for you." He smiled a little. "You earned it with learning how to sail the Chief's boat." And then his smile.