Or maybe you are one of the good guys, but there are guys who would sleep with me but would never be seen in public with me.”“Maybe there are cree...s like that but most of us wouldn’t feel that way. There are still many gentlemen left who know how to treat their lady right.”She looked at me in disbelief. I knelt forward and pulled her by her neck and kissed her on the lips for quite a few seconds. She was pleasantly surprised. “See I kissed you in public among so many people and I would do that. She deliberately opened her legs and placed her right leg so that whenever he changed gear he had to touch her knee. When he realised that when she didn't move her leg every time they touched "accidentally" he kept his hand on the gear knob and stroked her leg with his finger (I was watching this surreptitiously through the gap in the two front seats). It wasn't long before he had his hand between her legs and she slid forward on the seat with her legs wide open to give him better access to her. Everything appeared old but well ordered. To the right there was an enormous fireplace with a roaring fire, before which lay a large animal skin. The huge leather sofa facing the fireplace was bordered by two bulky leather chairs. The wooden kitchen table was small but very solid, and surrounded by four equally solid chairs. All the kitchen cupboards were wooden and the stove and refrigerator looked like they belonged in a museum. To the left there were to doors. The first one was open and at a. She tells me that you need someone who can watch your back, and if needed, wash your back.” Her eyes flashed with humor, and the corner of her mouth twitched.“She said that, did she,” Doug asked, amused.“Hmm ... something, to that effect, yes sir.”“Don’t do that.” Doug groused, shaking his head.“Sir?”“That. Don’t call me sir.”“Yes sir.” Carol said, then paused and grinned. “What would you prefer, Mr. Ramos?”“How about Doug,” he asked.“If you insist, though I prefer to remain professional in.