Always just Joey. Probably in his late 60’s, he had a big red alcoholics beak of a nose. Made the worst coffee I have ever tasted. Brewed it in a fi...e gallon chrome urn with the brown stained cloth bag filter in the top. The coffee grounds he used came in one pound paper bags with a clipper ship on the front. Never seen that brand of coffee anywhere else. Joey would dump a whole pound in the filter, then poor five one gallon metal pitchers of scalding water over it. You could watch the coffee. Did you see me with a dog? No, I'm just a really bad bike rider. I vote for going inside." Now, that I believe," she murmurs, touching the bandage above his eye. "Are you always this accident-prone?"He shrugs, "Not always. Hey, this Mr. Perez, he wouldn't happen to have gray hair and be, h'm, about five ten, would he?"She straightens, turns, and sees Ramon Perez walking across the street, trailed by Gavin's German shepherd. "Hello, Elena. Is this your friend's dog?"Gavin stands, and steps out. Smyth's shoulder, she picked up her right foot and slipped off her shoe. As she dropped it on his desk, she upped the ante even more. "How about," she purred seductively in his ear (which disgusted her, but given what was at stake she didn't care), "I let you spank me while I'm totally," she dropped her other shoe on his desk, "completely" she began to fidget with the collar of her blouse, "nude?" She made sure to draw out that last word for the desired effect.She walked over to the door and. Then I feel her pulling my earring with her teeth, actually chewing on my ear lobe and creating more of that strange, almost haunting, desirable pain she seems to know just how to give me so I have the most pleasure from it. Then softly in my ear I hear, “You want me to sexually ravish your body do you not, my pet?” How does one express fear, excitement, desire and just plain down to earth lust in one reply. I naturally could not, so I rather timidly I manage, “Hmmm-hmmm.” Fran lightly holds me.