I promise I can entertain myself.”"Your husband doesn't care?”"That I'm out this late?”He nodded as he went to the fridge and grabbed another be...r."I'm sure he'll be irritated but nothing a blow job cant fix." Nick stopped and stared at her as she continued reading on her phone, some historical memoir of Catherine the Great. She had a fascination with female historical figures if he remembered correctly. She looked up at him again, that same teasing playful look that hooked him earlier."How's. It’s pretty obvious to me that you two were a little more than just friends at one time.’‘Who says we’re friends now?’ I fired back at him. ‘Five bloody parking tickets and one hell of a lot of aggravation Sandra here, has given me over the years.’ ‘That’s not fair Gil, I’m only doing my job and you will keep asking for favours.’ ‘Just a little inside information now and again, Sandra, that’s all. Christ, I am supposed to be a bloody reporter after all, and a court reporter at that.’ ‘Now, now. Big windows with security grates that ran the length of the building let in natural light near the top of both walls.Oscar walked towards the front, motioning Brendan to follow him. On the left was the back of the doorway that Brendan had seen yesterday. To his right were two offices with windows that looked out onto the small reception area. Each office had a desk with an old computer and piles of paper.Snatching a form from a pile, Oscar handed it to Brendan, "You can read this?"Brendan. Talk to her. She went thoughit the same as you did and worse, and you've known each other too long notto be friends and get through this." "I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours," I said. It had a doublemeaning dating from the time when we were both starting to grow breasts. Ithad gone on for through our puberty years where we showed each other not onlyour tits but also our pubic hair, and our developing clit. It almost got asmile from her. I turned and lifted my tunic and winced a little.