“The protector of my people. An invisible force for justice and retribution, my little band of vigilantes.”“So you’re a comic book hero,” Li...dy suggested.Rosa laughed. “I suppose I have been.”“Still are,” said Gia.“Anyway,” Rosa continued, “it left me with a real and ongoing purpose, which basically kept me in South America. My sisters eventually joined me to visit, and to, probably more purposefully, enjoy a repast of corrupt flesh, which, with my job as assassin, became available easier, and. A deadline that I knewthat I wasn’t going to meet without at least someassistance. So I leaned back in my chair, cracked myknuckles and pulled up all the relevant information Icould find to help me finish this project.I wasn’t sure how long I had been working when myintercom buzzed and brought me back to the present.Reaching over my paper-covered desk, I pushed the talkbutton and while doing so I glanced at the clock on mycomputer. It was already 6:30! Well, I thought, theregoes. She's 29 now and I'm 35. Katie's always been a good lover. Not wild or anything, but very loving and willing. She's no prude but she's no "hot wife" either. Maybe three times in our marriage Katie has gotten really wild in bed. Thinking back on it now the same ingredients were present each time; First of all it was the right time in her cycle. Katie's always a little bit hotter when she's ovulating. The other ingredients are that she'd been drinking, that gets her motor running, and something. Out of courtesy, I said, "Sure - as long as you're buying, I'm pouring!" I placed her "bar" on the wet bar in my suite and invited her to sit. Assuming she'd go to the sofa or chair, I was taken aback to see she crawled on the bed. No matter, I said to myself.Since she was already pretty blitzed, I poured a VERY weak drink for her - a stronger one for me. I handed her a glass and we toasted to my chivalry. There she sat, legs crossed on my bed. She wore some very short knit shorts and a blouse.