Just different."I nodded."I think we're friends, but with girls sometimes it's hard to tell."I grinned, and she grinned back. I think girls' relations...ips with girls are a lot more complicated than guys' with guys. Maybe even more complicated than guys with girls."I think you're friends too, but what do I know? I'm just a guy." Yeah, you're simple-minded, but you have your uses. Opening stubborn jars, killing spiders, that sort of thing." Thanks," I answered, though I had a feeling that she was. “How does it work?”She told me that she can do what I’m looking for. We could take it one step at a time.This girl had such erotic features. She’s the type I would see on a foreign beach and I would want to take to my penthouse for some naughty fun. “You’re really beautiful,” I said. “It’s nice to chat with a beautiful girl online.”“It would be even nicer if we were together,” she said. “If you were in my penthouse with me, we could have a good time.”Did Eva just read my mind? Is this meant to. ." Don't honey me!" I snapped with my hands on my hips. "Who are you balls deep in?" Umm, Emily Jones," he answered sheepishly."I'm so sorry, ma'am!" squeaked Emily.I moved around the desk to the opposite side from the fucking couple, bent down and grasped her jaw, turning her face up so I could look into her pretty, brown eyes. "You can make it up to me by licking my pussy." What?" she gasped.I glanced at Sean. "Doesn't she know English? Or is she just that bad at it that she needs to fuck you. He remembered those days. Good times. Well, not really. He forgot about Billy as he began looking through his e-mail. He had three windows open with three different e-mail accounts that he maintained. One was for his work on the magazine, one was for his courier work and one was personal. All of them were rather full, not counting the spam. There were newsletters from mailing lists he had joined, links and information from his contacts about things going on in the city, and even a few messages.