As we walked to the house, I asked her if she hadn't better get going, and she replied, "I'll have plenty of time now."I washed my hands, and told her...I really wasn't hungry. "Thirsty?", she asked. "No, not at all," I replied. She leaned up against the counter and with a sly lok asked, "Horny?" I realized the bulge in my jeans was very prominent, and said, "Yes Kathleen, I am." She laughed and said, "What has made you horny, my poor handyman?" My heart was racing as I replied, "Thinking about. ." I reached into my bag and pulled out the ad and continued, "I'm Looking for Professor Dubin." When I looked at him, holding the ad, his eyes got wider as he looked me over. It made me a little uneasy, but I had already made up my mind. I should have expected it. I knew then I was standing in front of the professor who'd posted the ad. "You found him. And the ad I see. Please, follow me." Now I really was nervous. I assumed he was taking me to his office. I was now beginning to second guess. This affords me a nice look at your purple silk garter belt where it clips onto your lace-topped stocking. My response is immediate. I have to adjust myself behind my zipper."C'mon lady, I don't have all night," I bite out, my frustration boiling over.With a gasp of outrage, you finally yank the checkbook out of the purse. Stumbling out of the car, you slam the door and turn on me, irritation evident in every line of your body. Sparks shoot from your eyes as you hiss your request that I go fuck. "This time I'll wait here until you ask him."The last two times Rollie had been to the Rossi home, he'd brushed past Leo like he didn't exist. Leo growled and went toward a closed door. Rollie knew that the door led to the formal sitting room; he'd been there before. Three minutes later Leo opened the door and motioned for Rollie to come in.Frank Rossi sat in a big easy chair. He didn't get up as Rollie walked into the room but motioned to another chair across from him."Have a drink Rollie?".