Sarah felt him harden through his trousers and she pressed against him.He dropped a hand to her behind and gently squeezed her buttocks. Theywere sti...l sore but Sarah responded accordingly and slid her hand betweentheir bodies and squeezed his tumescent penis through his slacks.Jim broke the kiss and looked at her and smiled cheekily."I got a room just in case." Just in case eh Jim?" she smiled back."Well it would be a pity to waste it so why don't we retire," she grinned.They just made it. He was flying from a little further south than me and his flight got there about an hour before mine. He was sitting at one of the airport bars waiting for me. We finished his beer and headed out to get the car he had rented while he was waiting. It had been a few days since we had seen each other so we were both just itching to get to our hotel room and tear our clothes off. Alas we had to wait because we were not staying in Seattle but in a smaller town a little further north and had to drive. I’m not as ... upper crust as I let people believe. Old habits die hard, of course. I’ve found that pretending to be an aristocrat usually serves me well. Stiff upper lip and all that jazz,” Anne confessed in a conspiratorial whisper.“Yeah, well, I suspected as much when I learned that your ex’s name was Mick. Not exactly an Oxford man’s name, at least not from what I’ve seen. But your secret’s safe with me, Geordie,” I winked at her.“How could you tell that I’m really from Newcastle?” Anne’s. “We do the presentation you came to see. OK?” She and Jason had discussed it the night before, and she’d told him to stay with her—”right with me, babe, I’m going to want some support.”Jerry looked at her curiously—Jason hadn’t been a major part of his previous visits—but kept silent. “Watson,” though, wasn’t finished. “A matter of security,” he said. “Mr. Vreelander isn’t cleared—”“Let it go, Cy.” Watching Maggie’s face and seeing the incipient stormclouds, “Holmes” cut him off with authority..