Ladies from her class didn't frequent pubs in those days like they do now. If they went out they would only go into lounge bars, usually when they had...a date. So going out after my work was something new to her in a way, and when we went to the more upscale places, that were something she liked. I tended to frequent bars I had become familiar with; whereas she would suggest somewhere different each night we went for a drink. One of the places we discovered was very plush, nice paintings. Gently placing it on the stand, I rubbed my hand lightly over the autographs. Jimi Hendrix. Jerry Garcia and Phil Lesh. John Sebastian. And a small scribble at the bottom, barely legible. John Lennon. Her very first autograph. She had met him on a beach in Florida, where they were resting in between dates. It was their first U.S. tour. They were known, but not as famous as they would become, so they could still walk a quiet beach in relative security. She was trying to tune the guitar. After. The tension between us at dinner was unbearable as it had now been four days since we last had sex. We climbed into a taxi and set off home, when in the darkness of the back seat her hand began to roam my upper thigh. Immediately my jeans became tight across my groin and it was not long before her hand was solely brushing across my now quite evident and straining erection. Her teasing continued all the way home until she stumbled from the cab to the door. Once inside and the door locked behind. "We'll have to leave by morning," I said, "the plane's waiting for us at the airport once we drop off the evidence."Glen sighed."They'll own him ... if he doesn't do what they want..."I smiled."Daddy's little girl will be on the World Wide Web ... showing off her talents in his bed."The world of covert operations could be brutal and always highly competitive. Tiffany's father was one of the very best and thus had a target sign on his back daring his rivals to come and get him. Well, two of them.