Derek Small is amazing.’ ‘So, my dear,’ the second woman said, putting a phony sultry tone into her voice, ‘dish with all the dirty details.�... Emma glanced up from the book she was reading and just as quickly buried her nose again, but her ears were extended to pick up the conversation of the newly-arrived pair as they leaned back in their chaise lounges to gossip. Despite the twinge of shame she felt at eavesdropping on her neighbors at the swimming pool everyone in the complex shared, she. I may be a bastard, I may be a real sumbitch. I may even be a no-good, stinking rotten whoreson. But I pride myself on not bein’ a lowlife. Leaving you alone on Brightreach wouldn’t make me much better.”Brightreach had been all but wrecked during the Insurgency, but it was still one of the few places you could find people who had information about The Company and were willing to share it. If there were answers to be found about who exactly had started trafficking political prisoners, they’d be. She turned and shook her arms loose from the panties and sat on the small table. ?You seemed to like it near the end?? I said, sitting in the chair. ?Yes, daddy it’s because I’m a whore! It’s hard not to like getting fucked.? She absently twisted her panties as she sat, nude, looking at me. After some time had passed quietly she timidly inquired ?Would you like to use me for anything else?? ?What do you mean?? ?Well, if you want to do me again or anything else you can, but. I have a pretty face, green eyes and full lips, and strawberry blonde hair, coupled with a seductive persona that can reduce any man into a mass of quivering jelly. I knew this, and I used it to my advantage as often as I could.As I danced, I looked over toward the bar. All the men standing there were staring at me, but one, in particular, caught my attention. His mysterious eyes, unruly hair, and chiseled features deserved more than a passing glance.I caught his eye and smiled at him, moving.