Her lips were pursed like she was sucking on a jawbreaker ball candy as she intensely examined my features, hunting for my hidden character.“To a de...ree, I’ll trust you. I have allowed you in my bedroom while I’m naked. That implies a certain level of trust. Agreed?” she wore a mischievous grin.“Absolutely! I’m asking you to dress. Come with me. You don’t need to bundle up. We won’t go outside, only upstairs to my penthouse. I own this hotel.”Her eyes grew immense. “You own the ... well, if I. "OH MY GOD!" He really was a magician.The gentleman extended his arm to Pansy. "Would you like an escort, mydear?" Taking his arm, she sighed in satisfaction and let him lead her acrossthe street.As a dazed Pansy Pumpscock entered the establishment, her championpulled out his cell phone. "Hey, Roger... You'll never guess whatdisappearing CEO I just helped up off of the sidewalk..."Pansy Pumpscock loved having a purpose and lived to fulfill it. OMG, sheneeded to be making men cum, and right now. Those are the kinds of people we normally gravitate to. Buffi wasn't like that. Buffi was, or thought she was, high society.She acted as if she smelled something rotten, when she looked around the apartment. We tried to make her feel welcome, but it didn't do much good. She didn't talk much, as if our conversation was too unimportant for her to notice. Sally seemed a little embarrassed by this, but maybe a little embarrassed by us as well.When Buffi made a comment about anything at all, it was. Nice to know what I’m in for. I hope you’re man enough to meet me face to face. You’ll probably pull your family in and back shoot me.”“I only have one brother and I haven’t seen him for a couple of years. I don’t like you. I don’t need a brother to kill you; I’m up to it myself. If I come after you, you won’t live long.”“Don’t hesitate on my account. I’ll meet you whenever you say. Just make sure it’s in a public place if and when you decide you want to take me on.”“Brave bastard, ain’t you?.