Once I was uncuffed, and the guard left, I don’t think you could have used a crowbar to separate us. That lasted about 5 seconds. Then Suzy pulled b...ck and slapped me. Hard. I can still see stars when I think about it.“Matt, how dare you get thrown into jail? If there is anybody around here that needs to defend my honor, it’s me.” She grabbed me again, and this time the lip lock continued until Steve, very gently, interrupted.“Look, kids, this little reunion, while touching, has a time limit on. .. When you told the guy where you live... The Tracks?No ... he told you something about your place ... that part.The old machine shop?Yeah ... that part.The basement?Uh huh ... you left us hanging... What? About the basement?WHAT ABOUT THE BASEMENT!!!???!!! You are so dense.I don't know ... there's no door.NO DOOR?Can't find one.There's gotta be a door! C'mon, Man ... go look!I did.GO LOOK AGAIN!!!Readers! Can't live with 'em.Instead, I went to the phone and called Detroit Wreckers."Pete.. "Rather than answer her, I pulled her towards me and kissed her, one hand tracing the base of her neck, the other stroking her ass. In turn, she has entwined her fingers in my hair and was hanging on for dear life. I slid my hand along her flank and was not surprised to find the body armor there. I was a little surprised to trace the line of a garter across her ass and I guessed she was wearing a thong or similar, because there were no panty lines across her ass. We broke her kiss and she. She walked over to the kitchen and made a drink for Ixchel. Ixchel never drank, but she let Margot put the cup to her lips. She drank it and wanted to spit it out. But she didn’t. She let Margot kiss her. She let Margot lead her to the bed and undress her. But she wasn’t really in that dingy bungalow, on that mattress on the floor. She was in a tiny apartment in some dirty part of Paris, with Henry Miller. She didn’t wake up until it was all over. It was dark outside, but she could still sort.