"Swap night!" You've got one mean streak in you girl." Why, what E V E R do you mean, sir?" I haven't seen you in a long time, and I really would like...to see youdressed up, all feminine and sexy." And I haven't seen you in just as long a time, and I would love to seeyou all dolled up and sexy. Besides, it's my house and my rules."I flirted and held my hands behind my back and twisted my body side toside like a naughty little girl who was up to no good. I couldn't helpmyself, as the thought of. He was broad in the chest and even through the tailored suit he had on, she could tell his arms were large and muscular. His waist was narrow, his legs were long and his hair had just a hint of gray in his otherwise brown hair. Mr. MacDuff looked like he was in his early thirties, later she found out he was actually a year younger than her at 48. But what really caught Mica by surprise were his eyes. They were steel gray in color and had an intense look to them, as if they could see inside of. I have no idea where it was, and I guess it doesn’t matter. I think it must have been some kind of sidewalk cafe. The table was very small, really just large enough to hold two cups of coffee and our two sets of elbows. We were sitting across from each other. You were wearing your green top, the one you have on in the picture you sent me. When I see you in my mind, you’re wearing that top, which isn’t surprising, since that’s the only image of you I have. In some of my dreams (both day and. I'd like to blame Wild Eye Wallock for this fine mess, but I can't says as I blame me old First Mate much ... we had been at sea for a mite long bit. The trouble started a few weeks ago in early December when we smartly took the prize of a nice smuggler's Barque that steered like a drunken ox, loaded to the gills with sweet dark Barbados rum just ready for some midnight trading with the Don's for some of their even sweeter silver. Wild Eye, called as such for his 'lazy eye' that don't quite.