Nessuna parola ma lei con una mano copriva le gambe con un lembo del cappotto lasciando in bella vista solo il lato dalla mia parte che si era scopert... ancora di più lasciando libero tutto l’elastico della calza e una parte della coscia.Oramai il gioco incominciava.Il ritorno del marito coincise con l’apertura del foulard che mise a nudo un bel collo ed il colletto della camicia chiusa dal cappotto.Attaccai discorso: “gran bella giornata ideale per un prosecco seduti fuori, penso proprio che vi. ”“Yes sir, I understand. 20 please sir.”He looked down at me, “Is 20 enough for what you did to her?” I nodded. “If you would have said no I would have given her only twenty, but I'm going to give her 30 instead. You won't disobey me again will you?”“No sir.”“Count them, you count the odds,” he pointed at me, “my beautiful Sam you count the evens.”We counted back and forth until she had taken all 30, he leaned in and caressed her ass, kissing it and soothing it. He spread her cheeks away from. Things will happen to him… things he might even subconsciously cause, himself. But in his mind, his misfortunes will somehow become your fault. I don’t really understand why people react that way, but often… not always, but often they do. I think it has something to do with each person’s ability to be responsible – either they’re responsible for what happens to them, or you are.”“God, that’s wicked!” Jolene exclaimed, understanding a little better. “It’s possible, I suppose, that what you said. The people surrounding him were very protective so it was only when Chuck addressed them in perfect Mandarin that they notified Mr. Chan.Never had they encountered a Westerner who could speak more than a few words in their language, and those few were usually spoken badly. Chuck was different.When he was ushered into Mr. Chan's presence, Chuck greeted him with the most profound Chinese formality. The most-conservative Mr. Chan was impressed. He was even more impressed when he learned that Chuck.