”“You sure had,” she says. “Wait till I tell him who’s calling!”He’s on the line in seconds, which is another first; usually you have to...about make an appointment to get him to the phone.“Where are you, Linda?” he asks almost peremptorily. “Are you in town? Ready to come back? I know I said take all the time you need, but we were about to get the dogs out.”I laugh. “I’m glad you didn’t, I’m not ready to be hunted down quite yet. But no, I’m still out of the city. And Irving, uh, I meant what I. Then I stretched her toes. Then I started massaging her ankles. Then I used more hot towels on her feet. Chandra was absolutely loving this attention. Chandra was so relaxed that she almost fell asleep. Now I put the towels back into the microwave to get them hot again. I then started massaging her lower legs then again I used the hot towels from the microwave. Next was Chandra’s strong thighs. So more baby oil and more hot towels. I purposely did not even go all the to the top of Chandra’s. As it nearedhis head, he tried one more attempt to get free, to which I blasted himwith another five shots of my pistol and watched him crumble into glassshards like in the old terminator movie.I hoped I wouldn't get in trouble for hiding evidence or something, butI activated the same fire spell I'd used with Rosemerta to incineratehis body just as the other agents finally decided to show up!"FBI!!!!" they called out."IT'S ME EMERALD, I'M AN AGENT, DON'T SHOOT!" I called out."Holy shit!!! What. It was pretty quiet, because it was a Monday evening, and I thought the evening was going nowhere. I had a beer and was thinking about having another when a handsome young couple came in. In their late twenties I guess, and she was slim, lovely pert boobies, and a short blond haircut. In this club, called Frivoli, most people are just wearing underwear or lingerie, and sometimes they wrap a towel around themselvesThey both stripped off immediately and came into the bar area wearing just a.