He and I had done business together for a couple of years now. I sold and he bought my company’s products. We knew a little bit of personal informat...on about each other, that he was a widower, that I was a contentedly married wife and mother, and that our respective c***dren were grown up. I usually overnighted in the local motel. Occasionally we had a meal together as part of our enjoyable and pleasant working relationship. We both showed each other courtesy and good manners. And we shared a. ‘Hi,’ she said as she took a seat next to him. ‘I wasn’t sure if you’d be here.’ ‘Get stood up a lot?’ he asked, very happy that she hadn’t stood him up. ‘All the time. Most guys think the idea is great the night they meet me, and then have second thoughts. I didn’t know if you were just another one of the crowd.’ They sat there and talked for what had to be an hour. Then she just up and said that she was really horny tonight. Tom told her he would love to take care of her problem for her, and. “So that means she’s going to need her own room, at least in the short-term. We do have one potential issue to discuss before tomorrow night.”“Christmas?”I chuckled, “You do realize we’re doing the ‘old married couple’ thing where we could complete each other’s sentences!”Kara giggled, “We’re not old yet!”“True. I have a very strong suspicion that Jessica will ‘pull a Kara’ on Christmas morning.”Kara giggled again, “It worked, didn’t it?”“Yes; for you. But she is not you. With you, there were. Ludmilla grumbled something in Russian about her smelling like a sewer. She carefully tossed the material into a Hefty bag and tied it tightly after using a half bottle of Clorax to disguise the smell. She was satisfied with the night's work that one of Gorgan's goons was trained to do. Vasiliy Hilth or something like that. The man was stupid. Plain and simple. Like most Russian men! She added a pair of boxer shorts, mens t-shirt and work socks to the mixed. The leather work gloves she had.