She looked at him, rolled her eyes and laughed out loud.It's like she saw right through me! He tried to cover it, "I, uh, I didn't think about that! I...swear!"Shaking her head, "Sure you didn't. Typical guy!"He turned so he faced her and said, "No really, all I thought about was flying."Nodding her head in agreement with him she said, "Oh, I believe you. So that's two, three more to go."He made a face and asked, "Two?" Yeah, flying in an airplane and sex!"Throwing his hands up he yelled, "But I. I think you’ll like it also. We can take a drive to see it after lunch, and you guys can take a look and see what you think.”To show them that I was being serious, I will tell you I am staying in this hotel in one of the suites on the upper floors, and I will have them add the meal to my hotel room bill.”I pulled out the cashier’s check from my pocket pouch and handed it to Mr. James and asked him to show it to his wife. “This proves I am not only serious, but I am capable of coming through on. I’m not going to lift a finger until I hear from Samantha. And your dad isn’t going to cancel the deal. He can’t do that for tax and legal reasons. I have the upper hand. You shot your last bolt.”“I’ll tell him you attacked me!”“You could try that. And when he asks for the police report? And the evidence? You know what will come out from that. A bit of bad press for me in the short term, your reputation ruined, and, worst of all for you, it won’t get John back! Your dad saw you hugging me and. Her skirt was a quite long burgundy material of some light cloth like cotton and would sometimes ride up at the back and show a little bit of thigh when she bent over. I was just a boy working in the storeroom, weighing bags of sugar and such like, unloading the trucks when they came, and still delivering grocery orders on the push-bike when needed. She worked out on the counter taking customers orders and would be back and forth from the front of the shop to the storeroom where I worked. I.