"Want a tab?" she questioned."Sure, that will work," I answered.She went back to the cash register letting her fingers run across the keys. I thought ...o my self I wish those fingers were running up and down my hard cock. I let the thought pass from my mind.I order a burger, drank another beer before the food arrived at the bar and enjoyed the scenery in the room. It was getting to be busy as happy hour approached and several people had arrived since I came in. I finished my meal and ordered. We started to talk on phones and flirt for hours after everyone went to sleep. She would whisper during nights since no one at her home should know that she is on the phone.I must say her whispering voice made my dick ooze with pre-cum all over my boxers. I used to play with my dick during our late-night phone calls. (She never knew about it those days.) Then by one day when we were on the phone she asked for a kiss, hearing this, my dick got erect to 90 degrees and my heart started to beat. Tom, you need to get together with Pace and figure this out. What can the Turks add to this?”At that point the phone rang, and somebody announced it was Prime Minister Olmert from Israel. That was not a surprise. As the others watched and listened, I picked up the phone. “Prime Minister Olmert, this is Carl Buckman. Thank you for calling me. If you hadn’t called me, I was certainly going to call you.”“Mister President, I assume you have heard that Saddam Hussein has decided to attack the. She quickly agreed and we exited the metro station to the hotel.As we went up in the hotel elevator, she grinned at me again and said “I really need to go pee, sorry!”. I laughed and we rushed to the room as soon as we exited. (Un)fortunately, the room was one of those ultra-modern designs where the bedroom and bathroom are separated by a glass wall so the entire bathroom is visible to anyone sitting in the room. However, rather than be upset by it she laughed and said “I guess you’re going to.