" "But, but ... why is she smiling?"-----She looked at the large dog. It held her gaze.She saw the recognition in its liquid brown eyes, felt the stir...deep in the pit of her stomach, the looseness, and the sudden presence of moisture.It knew.She knew.-----"Can I call you?", your email says. I think for a few minutes, and then burn my boats. "I'm sorry. Would you be hurt if I said no?" I spin some tale about security, paranoia and broken rules, but in truth I'm ashamed to let you hear my voice,. Then she leaned over a bit and softly added: "And I enjoy the thrill of a desperate bladder." I suddenly remembered the add felt a twitch in my pants as she gave me a wink before turning back to her book.About half an hour later, I was pretty much done with the magazines and gave them back with a thank you. I opened my first can of soda and took a sip. As I put the can on the table, she reached out and gently stroked my hand before taking the can and drank the rest in one go. She put the empty. He sat on the bed for only a split second, before, jumpingto his feet and lunging at her. He said nothing as she crouched down to pickup her careless mistake. Her hands shook violently, as did her entire bodyas he approached. She wanted to tell him how sorry and careless she was, butshe could not make the words come out. She was grabbed around the throat andthrown back nearly landing in the fire. She cowered in the corner against thewarm stones of the hearth, as he pointed to the bowl and. I was betting on option twoand mentally sharpening my teeth when the interoffice phone rang.It was Tom Brogen's secretary.That was really odd. Greibner and I were the early birds at GB&A, andeven our secretaries didn't show up before 7.30, for Tom to be on deckat, I checked my watch, 6.53am, something must surely be seriously up.For his secretary to be there too, whatever it was had to be big, andliable to make a very loud noise should it come down unexpectedly. Itprobably had something to do.