"I know Houdini," Phil went on. "He owes my family a favor. We can bring him down here to do one of his world-famous escapes from your tank. Of course...you'd have to get rid of the gin. Houdini doesn't drink... or even smoke."Singleton's interest was caught. He waved aside his boys."Let me get this straight, Griffin. You think you can get the great Houdini to come here to this little dump and put on a show for us?" I know I could," said Phil, wondering if he could. But he'd try like blazes since. Recently my enthusiasm had been lacking for the publicity firm I worked for, I thought it would be Hollywood parties, red-carpets and coked-up starlets, but here I was giving more thought to my finger then the person talking about per-diems and expense reports. I glanced across the table at Merriam who was in a sexy silk lavender blouse, with a bit of her white lacey bra showing…I began to fantasize. Rising from my chair I loosened my tie and removed my jacket and then stepped up onto the table. Jab main bistar say uutha tu woohLarki again boli aap mairay saath aa jaeen main aap ko aap ka bedDikhaa day tee hoon so main os key peechay peechay chala giya whoMujay up stair eik room jo key zara hatt key tha lay gaee aur boli gYe hay aap ka room aap ja kar aram say so jaeen main nay os koThankx bola aur room main enter ho giya. Jaisay he main room mainEnter howa mujay eik awaz aee key door lock kar do ye awaz sun karMain heraan reh giya because ye awaz aur kisee kee naheen balkeYasmeen kee. Hi&hellip, okay if I come over for a while? I need a real person to talk to. Sure, you wearing panties? Asshole. Yes, Im wearing panties, but Im coming over anyway. See you in about thirty minutes. When I opened the door, Linda was standing there with the top of her underwear pulled up, exposing the pink elastic above the waist of her white shorts. Her t-shirt had a picture of a female dog, with its tail laid to one side, inviting any one of several males. The caption read, Im a real bitch..