"My feet are KILLING me, though..." Tell me about it," I say, removing my shoes and my tights and flexing mysore toes. "You know, neither of us have P... tomorrow or Friday..." Megangiggles excitedly and removes her own shoes and tights as I take a wad ofcotton wool and a bottle of dark blue nail polish from my dressing table,and we spend the next twenty minutes carefully painting each other'stoenails."I can't believe Nicole didn't get on the gymnastics team," I sigh. "Hasshe seemed a little. I can't believe my luck so i say sure why not.I only had like five beers or so and i offered them some. when the beers were gone i decided to unbutton my pants to see what they said. the girl that was in the backseat asked why my pants were unbuttoned so i said you never did get to see it. she says i still can't but i would like to. Now i'm trying to act casual and didn't answer her at first. my heart is pounding and i'm trying to come up with a good plan in my head. Then Anita steps up and. Besides, you’ll be great at this face-to-face stuff—’ ‘It always dances around the real issues,’ Alistair interjected. ‘Becomes more personal, less about what’s important. I can get my points over much better in a solo session or an interview…’ Thomas glanced at Sally again. This was unlike the confident politician. Something was troubling him. Maybe there was more to this Daily Telegraph story than he’d thought? ‘Alistair,’ Thomas said, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the glass. ‘You know I wouldn’t have had to do this if you just let me fuck you this morning,’ he said to Captain Wolfe. ‘I know you dream about me.’ ‘Fuck you, loser. I don’t fuck assholes like you. The only thing you love is your penis.’ He laughed. ‘You remember that beach party last month. The one where you caught me destroying your little sister’s virginity. You remember the look she had on her face. The look of pure happiness as I owned her, as I ruined her. I could make you feel that way.’.