I push him away. "Oh, Jack. Stop." "Renee, what's the matter?" His deep brown eyes staring at me, his brow furrowing."Nothing, sweetheart. It's just t...at you were pulling me into your Sam Browne belt. The tear gas canister and handcuffs were pinching my breast."I reach out for him allowing him to lift me up, his arms holding my 130 pounds around my beautifully toned waist and soft rear end. I look him in the eyes. I put my arms around his neck pulling him in for some deep tongue. We stay locked. Immediately I could sense a change in Jas’s demeanour. Not to one of embarrassment as I half expected, but rather to one of anticipation. She shifted in her seat and leaned forward. I could hear her breathing more deeply and saw her lips purse slightly in the half light. “You ok?” I couldn’t stop myself whispering in her ear, breathing in the delightful smell of her and feeling her blonde hair brush my face. “Oh yes,” she murmured, with a nod and that by now familiar, irresistible smile. As the. " She grinned and rolled her eyes. "But then they take a second look."And you know what, Mr Glanfield?"David gulped and shook his head, captivated by the soft, breathy voice. "No, Mrs Stone," he croaked."I don't mind it in the least."When men look at me," she added in clarification. "In fact, I enjoy it. I love the attention. Seeing men ogling me, knowing they're looking at my boobs and thinking about all the things they'd like to do ... It makes me feel good, Mr Glanfield."Mrs Stone uncrossed. Natürlich wirst du gleich nur kurz nach Hause müssen und in fünf Minuten mit Geld wieder da sein. Die Geschichte kenn ich. Haben schon andere versucht. Aber nicht mit mir.Du bleibst schön hier, ich ruf die Bullen und dann klannst du das denen erklären." Er drehte sich um und Griff zum Telefon."Ich zahl für die Kleine!" kam eine Stimme aus dem Dunkel "Vorausgesetzt sie lässt mich..." von einem der Tische, die hinten in der Kneipe standen kam ein Mann nach vorne. Groß, breitschultrig, kurze.