He grabbed me to keep me from falling and once I was steady on my feet he smiled at me and said, in his usual flirtatious way, "Mel, you look damn goo... tonight. When are you going to give me a taste?"I don't know which one of us was the most surprised when I said, "What's wrong with right now?"I have to give Larry credit for being a nice guy. Instead of being 'all hands' and falling all over me he considered the fact that I might have had too much to drink and didn't really mean what I'd said.. Second, we have a penthouse, right? Well, we'll need another room, same hotel. But dear, the room's for you, so make sure it's a good one." Pause. "And I care about that why?" Pause. "Oh, gossip columns. Honey, I'm not Hollywood, I doubt they'll be interested, and even if they are I'm not. Anyhow, take care of it and call me. This number, the cell doesn't get good reception here. Got it all? OK, bye."She saw me looking at her wide-eyed, and laughed. "Marilyn's feeling a little displaced, but. "No, Brad. It'll just make you food."She stroked his cock a few times, then squeezed it tightly two inches below the head. She placed the edge the knife against the shaft just below the glans, then paused."I really am sorry. Maybe if you hadn't been such a jerk," she said softly. "It won't hurt much, I promise." You fucking bitch," he sobbed, eyes showing raw terror. "Fucking bitch!"She drew the blade across quickly, cutting just deep enough to nick an artery. Blood trickled out, despite the. The idea was almost too stimulating to contemplate.I pressed for clarification.“Meaning—?”“I’m naked, “ she said. “What do you think it means?”“Sure you are,” I called back, trying, geek that I was, to sound nonchalant, as though the sight of a nude girl was a daily occurrence for a man of my sophistication. But I hardly knew what I was saying. I just wanted to keep her in the window, to look at her shoulders and her neck and wonder if she really had no clothes on.“I am,” she insisted. “Why?.