Perez will like it if his cat gets eaten." She bends down and begins surveying his various scrapes and bruises."Dog?" he gives her a deadpan look. "I ...on't have a dog. Did you see me with a dog? No, I'm just a really bad bike rider. I vote for going inside." Now, that I believe," she murmurs, touching the bandage above his eye. "Are you always this accident-prone?"He shrugs, "Not always. Hey, this Mr. Perez, he wouldn't happen to have gray hair and be, h'm, about five ten, would he?"She. Little secret. I’m not as ... upper crust as I let people believe. Old habits die hard, of course. I’ve found that pretending to be an aristocrat usually serves me well. Stiff upper lip and all that jazz,” Anne confessed in a conspiratorial whisper.“Yeah, well, I suspected as much when I learned that your ex’s name was Mick. Not exactly an Oxford man’s name, at least not from what I’ve seen. But your secret’s safe with me, Geordie,” I winked at her.“How could you tell that I’m really from. As such, she had more than enough time to think about what, to her mind, was the earth shaking change that had just taken place in her life.She had time to glance at Randy often, and did so. About half the time she found his blue eyes glancing her way, too. The flicker of his smile seemed like a laser, shooting into her eyes and being bounced, somehow, to her belly, where it fed a ball of glowing heat that made her feet shuffle amid the flakes and curlicues of waste produced by the lathe.And,. I spoke about what I liked and then listened to his story of being fucked by a cd, he then asked if I wanted to see a video of him being fucked by the said cd, he was up before I had a chance to reply. and he sat at his computer I stood beside him, he showed me a few pictures of him, with his regular meet, and then the cd video clip, not really a cd more a guy in stockings , but it was good to watch he told me what they had done since, as I watched him bent over the sofa by this cd, I was rock.