Before I could react, we were going into this guy's room. Our 'client'was standing in the middle of the room wearing a bathrobe, his handsjammed in hi... pockets. I figure him for about mid-40's, tall, thinninghair, still in shape. He nods to us and tells us to start theentertainment. AJ didn't waste any time. He pulled me to him, huggedme tight and rubbed his hips against mine. He pulls off my T-shirt andthen peeled off his own. His body is hard with muscle as he pressesagainst me. He bends down. "It's a dangerous combination."He was surprised at his facetious tone; maybe the plane ride had been more tiring than he thought. He thought that the shower in the hotel had refreshed him. At forty-two, he still felt young enough to howl every now and then.Mike had been away from home for a long time. Weeks rolling into a month and more sharpen edges in a man in places that had been rounded and smooth. A kind of independence seeps into the subconscious, born of the need to do for oneself. Love. He looked up at Hermione when he got to her cotton knickers and said, "If you want me to stop just say so-"But Harry was cut off when Hermione nearly shouted at him, "If you don't pull my damned knickers off right now, I swear to Merlin...!" Okay, okay..." placated Harry as he hooked his fingers around her panties. The young wizard took a fortifying breath before slowly tugging the cotton garment down. Hermione gasped as she became exposed to the morning air. Harry gulped as he saw something he. He insisted that she remain masked throughout the whole thing. She still hadn't spoken for herself.I protested at this. "Look - I'm discreet. I won't tell anyone. I've had offers for my story - very big offers - and turned them all down. As I'm sure you've found out for yourself. And I'll continue to do so." I'm sorry, sir," said the bodyguard. "Those are the terms, and you must work to them." Well, I'm feeling ready now," I replied. "I can probably manage this one perfectly well. But two in an.