He asked Doina to turn around and help him button the mess of fabric despite his showing of ignorance.As Doina kneeled before him, she leaned into him...as she wrapped the flap around his back. Her face pressed into his stomach as she reached around to grab the strip and bring around from the other side. His body went rigid at her touch.Scrambling to hold his wits together Porter finally explained that ‘pulling one’s leg’ meant he was teasing her, but gently so. Doina finished buttoning his. I walked back out though the back gate to where the car was, moved it closer to the cottage and started to get our things out of the boot, hearing the front door keys in the lock, I looked up to the door and there was the loveliest and most sexiest being you could ever wish to see, I knew we were meant to be together from this moment, we would have a fantastic life time both of us could feel it, Tammy I said “ good job I am not the paper boy or postman because I have just seen the most. “Sir, I’m Agent Whitaker with the FBI. Do these men look familiar to you?” Whitaker asked, holding up her badge in one hand and a print out of the surveillance tape in the other.“It’s a little blurry, but I’m pretty sure that’s Willie on the left. No idea who the other guy is.”“Willie?”“William, ma’am. William Mullins. He’s a technician, here. That picture kinda looks like him, and he has this big tattoo on his arm that is where that dark spot is on the person in the picture. I’m not a hundred. You'll be back to living with your parents, and you'll have to get knocked up by another rich asshole. Wonder if you'll be able to succeed with that this time around."He turned his back on me and headed back for his car."One good thing came out of this," I called out.He stopped and heaved in a deep breath before turning to face me. "What?" I'll never have to wonder what it would have been like to be with you, really be with you, because you're a spineless, conniving loser who isn't one-tenth.