"He could sleep through a fuckin earthquake," Matt retorted. "He was standing there in jeans and a brown leather jacket and a Santa hat. He pulled off...his jacket and had on a red turtleneck. Aside from being drunk, he actually looked damn hot."Merry fuckin Christmas," Matt said as he came closer to me. "I'm going to make you some coffee," I said while pushing him away. "I have a Christmas present for you," Matt said as he grabbed me. "Matt, no," I protested. "Come on, I know you miss my dick,". "Thank you," I said, and then stood up. I went and fetched him a damp wash cloth. He took it; wiped himself; and handed it back to me without a word. His concern for being viewed as a 'man', and not a 'fag', was all important to his sense of self, and I understood that. To have thanked me, in his way of viewing things, would have placed him inside the 'faggot' category, and that was something he would never accept. So I thanked HIM, instead; even though he didn't acknowledge the reason for. "I'm sure I have no idea what you're getting at, Ms. - what did you say your name was?" asked Jones, as she took a seat at the boardroom table.Rowling stared at her, Jones quailing under the writer's severe gaze. Jones started to say, "what is this all about?" But she didn't, for she found that she could not speak. She couldn't move, either, and she watched as Rowling got up from her seat and moved around the large boardroom table, closing the door along the way. The door latched with an. She was having too much fun to quit now!This time, Janet bought an SUV and loaded up the rear with spray bottles of Coital Bliss. She reserved a room at a convenient motel between Washington and Baltimore and moved in for an extended stay. Of course, all of this was charged on her company credit card. It took seven weeks to work her way completely through the entire Senate, but she did contact a few key Representatives along the way. However, even Janet had to admit that lobbying 435.