"You know that if John ever saw those pictures he'd kill me." So am I supposed to lie to him?" I asked her, pointedly.She stood quietly, firming her r...solve."One lap-dance, and you'll give me all the copies of those pictures, and we'll never have to talk about this again. Right? That's what you've promised." We both already knew she was going to do it. But she was still waffling."I promise. One GOOD lap-dance, and I will give you every copy of those pictures, and I promise that John will never. Not that you'll have to concern yourself with such things kitten. The deals of lions aren't too much of a concern to a small thing like you, doing your best to survive in an unforgiving society, so many powerful people seeing you as a fine snack or potential pet. While I'm certain some of you would love to roll over and be taken care of in such ways, this story is designed to be played best when acting realistically. Make your choices in the best interest of your survival, and good things will. They had a nice selection of pastries, fresh fruit, and other goodies just for our meeting. I looked over to Elsa and she was acting as if this was the normal treatment she received. I also noticed she was setting up her laptop; I hadn’t thought to bring mine.The owner of the accounting firm, a Mister Samuel Henning, made his appearance and greeted Elsa. I had expected him to hand off the briefing to a subordinate, but it was evident that he would handle the briefing himself. When Elsa. The bridges had all fallen into the river such that they were no hindrance to us since we floated so high in the water. The situation at St. Louis had returned to the status of no one could cross the river now without a boat. That may or may not be good, I guess it depends on your personal point of view.We still had to be very careful getting past the wrecks because the river was not as deep as it had been and there were a lot of pieces of junk sticking out of the water. At least, they marked.