Fuck, how is it possible for time to go so slowly today?The door opened, and Mr. Dietrichson walked in with a newspaper under his arm. He gave her a n...d and sat down at the other table, bringing a pencil out of his shirt pocket.She tapped her fingers on her arm. I’m not getting anywhere with this. Maybe it’s not jealousy. If she’s really this smart, maybe she just wants it to look like jealousy. Maybe she’s got an elaborate plan that she needs Will for. But what could Will give her?He’s got. "That was so sweet the bitch couldn't bite back. What the fuck was up with the girl on a leash?"Do you have a few minutes right now?"I looked around and didn't see how we could hold a reasonable conversation. "Ms. Highsmith, if you would like to have someone hold your leash for you, we could step outside to have a private conversation. If that is not agreeable, we can do this another time."She came over and stood in front of me, "You are a son of a bitch, aren't you. Jesus, and I have to deal. “Chloe had never been with a woman until me. She’d never been with any other woman before yesterday,” Jan replied. “We just find ourselves extremely aroused by the two girls.”“I hope it doesn’t detract from the relationship the three of us are trying to forge. I want them to know that at this point, it’s still a temporary invitation, and that the two of you are extending it, not me. I don’t want them to think that they convinced me to let them stay longer, making them hope I’ll ask them to stay. “Think again. They changed when you did.” Said Sara. Louis slipped on his VERY masculine leathers, Sara changed into the Sex Bomb, and then they went down to the parking garage and grabbed Louise’ bike. They rode onto the drag, riding down the street side by side, the Yamaha whining along as the Sportster thundered. Both bikes had custom pipes, for performance, of course, but the effect was LOUD. “What should we do? Asked Sara. ”I have only been here since last night.” “Want to do something.