It was from Alain, saying I had a guest.I frowned. I didn’t have anything else scheduled for tonight. As much as I acted like I enjoyed surprises, I...had a feeling I was going to hate this one. Looking out at the dance floor, I could see a tall lean young man with his arms around a voluptuous older woman, swaying back and forth and staring hungrily into her eyes. I couldn’t see how she looked from this angle, but if I knew anything about her, her eyes were probably glazed over with need as well.. My hand slid down her waist, across herhip, down her thigh, and back up again. Her hand slid under my hoodieand rubbed my chest. I was making out with Jena Thompson. How far wasshe going to go, I wondered, because I was wearing pantyhose andpanties."You're younger than me," she panted in my ear."Does that really matter?" What will people say?"What would people say? I would say I'm one lucky son of a bitch."I hope they would say that I was one lucky son of a bitch." God," she moaned as she. She had made the trip outside to get it because he was not as young as he had been when she first met him and she doubted he would awaken from his stupor of too much drink before the cock crowed a noisy welcome to the morning sun. He had made a fool of himself with the young cunts from the work house giving them loads of cream instead of finding solace in the wise decision to seek rest for his aging bones.She looked down at his bulk realizing he was getting too old for the Highwayman game. If. She couldn't help it, but she felt that something fishy was going on around here. If this was really a recruitment, then why would they have shown her those two pictures of that couple she had met on her last night in Brazil. Was it maybe because of those two that she and the others had been brought to this place, and if so, could those two people be a part of this organization or could they be the people they were after instead? How longer she thought about it, how less she could believe that.