You know, stuff you hear every day." Are they?" Chris asked."No," Randi said. "It was all in my head. But I thought they were. You saw me with the scr...pt in Phoenix?"Chris nodded his head."It's a pretty screwed up story," Randi said. "I let it get to me. I let the character get inside my head. They saw it and asked me to get some help. Then I blew my top and said and did some really awful things." But nothing you can't take back?" Chris asked."I don't know," Randi said. "I hope not." Then all. "A good Catholic boy, huh?" She giggled."Yes, but of course. Why else would I write so many sex stories?" I added."So, are you working on a story now?" She inquired."Ah, yes." I answered.I explained to her that I was working on a story but I was having trouble finishing it. I was having difficulty with the sex scene. It seems after a certain amount of sex story writing, it is hard for me to keep the sex parts fresh. I told her I was starting to think of the sex parts in my stories as more of a. " She, uh, Diana, said we're to consider this whole — hotel — or whatever it is, our home. So did the Colonel. You did say he was a Colonel didn't you?" Bobby asked, rattled from her intense desire to pull Art over to the bed, even though she knew that one of the Matthews would soon come back for them."Yeah, he's a Colonel, but I have no idea what ... organization he's with. You can bet it's not army. I suspect black ops of some type. But his people damn sure hung on his every word. From all. He leaned so close to my ear that I could smell the heavy, fruity smell of gin and juice when he whispered to me in his smooth and sexy voice, "You are the most beautiful lady that I've seen in a long time. I hope I'll be seeing a lot more of you." And then he leaned an inch closer and very softly and gently kissed me with his warm soft lips. I knew it was wrong since I was married, but I didn't want the kiss to end. Then he turned to go and left me sitting there with my heart racing. Over the.