“Thanks, babygirl.” Tiffany raised a ravished face, mascara trailing her cheeks and tousled pony tail pulled askew, “Call me, okay. Anytime,”...she whispered. “Uhm, sure. I’m a bit busy at the moment though, so...” Tom smiled and shrugged. “I’ll drop by the café for a coffee sometime. Okay?” The awkward exchange made Paris blush on Tiffany’s behalf. Men could be such arses Tiffany stood straighter, pulling what dignity that remained about her. “Sure, I’ll keep you a piece of cherry pie. I. I wished she just put down the gun so I could scan her, but I was pretty confident in my conclusion. Agent Rivera, however, was out of her depths, in strange uncharted waters. As such, she was not about to lower her weapon. Neither was she ready to trust me.It would appear that we were at a standoff.While I knew I could disable her gun by applying energy to the firing pin, I wasn’t sure if she could get it repaired or replaced where we were going. And I would hate for her to really need it and. Her ass felt so firm that someone could bounce a quarter off of it into a shot glass three miles away. Her abs looked like a body builder on steroids. Wow something about hardly eating and fucking at a constant rate the definition made some sense to her. But something about the whole ensemble looked like it was missing something. First she tried on a white hills gold necklace that her brother, Nate, got her. Nope not what it needed. She went through all of her jewelry and none of it looked. I don't want anyone to think I am as perverted as you." "Would thrashing me help you get over this?" I asked. "Probably not although it might help. Now let me go back." "Okay," I said and stood up but still not letting her pass. Slippingmy belt from the loops of my trousers I gave it to her. "I'm going tolay myself over the fallen tree that's around the corner. If you want yourrevenge, bring the belt and use on my bottom. If not, leave it on this seatand go back to the hotel. I'll wait five.