. ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, I'M GOING! .... . . . . . . . . At the table sat a man that Millie guessed was in his early forties, with dark hair, brown eyes an... a five o-clock shadow. Italian, she thought... Or Greek... Not stocky, but large; not plump, but well-fed. No great catch, to be sure; but not someone she would kick out of bed on a gloomy afternoon. Player has nine showing. STAY! HIYA, JOEY!! Oh, HEY! ... Gretchen... Hi! ... What's new? Joey, this is my NEW partner MILLIE!! She's the one who. What of it?”“It appears some odd occurrence has happened outside the British Museum, and it has to do with Egyptian things, or bombs.”“Oh? Is it still on?”“Not at the moment, but most of these stories get repeated ad nauseam throughout the day on the news channel.”“Thank you, chef. I should pay more attention to the news, I suppose.”“Oh, look. They have a camera there now.”I watched, and the TV channel had a camera on site, focussed on a decrepit white van parked on the pavement, with police. ” Addy added and then broke down into quiet sobs again, her tears squeezed from her eyes dripping onto Tom’s arm. “You are NOT dirty!” Tom proclaimed forcefully, his own voice sounding tight. Tom unclasped his hands and rolled turning to wrap both arms around Addy’s slim shoulders and pull her head into his chest. He could feel Addy’s breasts heaving with her sobs as they pressed into his abdomen. He shushed her quietly again and again, and kissed the top of her head and nuzzled. She reached out with her half-hand then hesitated. It was the only time I ever witnessed her hesitance. In that moment, playfulness evaporated. The simmering woman solidified into the ice-cold scientist. 'I know you're married. Know the score. And it suits me fine. I don't want love. I want cock. I need cock. And lots of it. You okay with that, Doctor?' Her mouth needed it first. Her cunt came a close second. In the briefest of intermissions, as I poured two steaming mugs of black coffee, she.