“Oh, s-sorry!” he stammered.Morgan began to rock from side to side, daring him not to look at her rack as it swung like a hypnotizing pendulum.“...hat’s okay, Neal. ‘Cause I was gonna say ... Even though I still stay in touch with those guys, and some of our lives have gone in different directions ... Some of us are still single and, ah, looking to mingle, ya know?”Neal’s mouth felt dry. He still couldn’t believe that she was really coming onto him, and making it so easy. He still didn’t know. The rest of my things I stuffed into my handbag. I yanked my hair into a loose knot at the back of my head. Without glancing in the mirror, I decided I’d do and headed for the door. He grabbed my arm as I passed. ‘Hey.’ He pulled me into his arms, sliding his hands around my back to hold me to him. His lips pressed warmly into my neck. ‘How about a phone number?’ I tilted my head to the side, giving him better access to my shoulder. ‘Gabe…’ He nipped my collarbone. ‘Fax number?’ His tongue. When we drove up to the house, I saw a vehicle I did not recognize. I stopped and told everyone to get out of the car. "Sally, you stay here with Sue and Vera. Get your guns out and in hand," I said. "Billie, you and Joey arm up and go around back, quietly," I told them. I pulled my revolver and walked in the front door. I heard two voices whispering. "What are you doing here?" I asked loudly. They jumped up and ran out the back. In a second I heard yelling and 3 shots. I ran out the back and. All in all a lovely package, she was making me horny.After some small talk she leaned over an asked me if I would like a dance, I said sure, a private one? The others seemed engaged with their new friends or looking at the show on stage. So we wouldn’t be noticed, so off we went to the private back room in the big comfortable leather chairs and low lighting.As I sat back in the chair, she came and stood by my legs, brushing against my thighs. In the half light the lingerie seemed to be.