“I have come from The Falcon.” I said in my best Italian, not knowing if Caracciolo spoke any English.Fortunately, he spoke excellent English, far...better in vocabulary, diction, and pronunciation, than my Italian. He glanced up at me, and then spoke in barely recognisable Italian – I learned subsequently it was the local Neapolitan patois – to his companions, who swiftly took themselves off to another table.“Please, sit down.” He indicated a chair, regarding me coolly as I sat before him.“I am. Now she was sitting in her office and dying of heat – the bloody air conditioner wasn’t working again. She moved in her chair and inched her skirt up a little higher opening another button on her shirt. It was lunch time and there was no one in the office except for her- she was in the office because she had to deal with another mistake her new private had made. She was an HR officer and had been serving for a few years now. She sat at her desk in front of a huge pile of personnel records, and. None of the events depicted here actually happened. Any similarity to any actual person, place, or event is entirely coincidental.DADDY’S LITTLE LEELEEChapter 4I was in heaven.For three months, I’d been carrying on an affair with the most amazing woman on earth. A young woman, heart-stoppingly beautiful, with a smile that could make a man cry with joy and a body that could only be described as “pure perfection.” My lover was beautiful, smart, sexy, funny, and more desirable than any other. It simply read:'You're too pretty to be a trap or a sissy. Prove it.'Part of her wanted to ignore him, but the other wanted to prove him wrong. For some deep reason her heart started pumping fast, making her grab her phone to snap a shot. She went over to the mirror and put one hand on her hip, pushed her hair to one side to give that party look, and ensured the thong was visible so that he can draw his conclusion. Snap. She took and and uploaded it. It was only when she sent the photo did.