We walk back along the beach and I receive quite a few glowing stares from the hordes of good looking men also on the beach. When we reach our chairs...again I take my top off as this a top optional beach. I sit back in my chair breasts out to the world to see. You seem like silly puddy in my hands at this point. A vendor walks by and asks if there is anything that we want. I say yes and request a cherry Italian ice. I make sure to let a little of the melted cherry juice spill out of the. Volker, we don't much care for it when people jerk us around," he said aggressively. "We've come back to correct that."Cam was wide awake again. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice as sweet and pleasant as always but with just enough hint of metal to let it be known that she, too, could play hardball if necessary."When we asked to see your cat the other day, you showed us one cat," he told her. "We've since learned, though, that you have three of them with you. Now, people who were trying. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the accompanying diary to the nearest living heir of the doner. According to the note, the museum found the contents of the journal inappropriate for either display or academic study.The letter ended with a brief but firm postscript that the museum in question wanted to avoid any notoriety that might come with the publication of this journal. Furthermore, with their delivery of the package. .." She paused for a moment and then said softly, "Oops. I guess I said too much. Sorry." Don't apologize. I'm glad you want me to ask you out. I'm sorry it took me so long to do it. I just didn't want you to feel like you had to go out on a date with me because you felt like you owed me something for helping you that night." That has nothing to do with why I like you. I do appreciate what you did for me, but that isn't what my feelings for you are about. Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have.