Marty did not answer him but looked hard at the oldest of the three men. He had a sober, stricken expression and she went with her instincts. "I assum... that you replaced the attorney who resigned when he discovered the truth about the rape and the extortion," she said to the man."Don't say a word!" the leader snapped at the older man. Marty slid the packets of evidence to the men and two of them tore into the packets as quickly as they could while trying to appear sedate and disinterested."That. I mention GURPS by name in it, suggesting games that are based on the spy genre, but without spies. Have you ever heard of Tintin?”“By Herge? Of course, I read them all the time as a kid.”“OK, imagine a similar setting. A journalist can be a lot like a spy, so why not use that as a setting? Hmm, covering many eras. Turn of the century Yellow Journalism, Red Scare stuff from the 1950s, Gossip sheets like the National Enquirer. Conspiracy magazines, scandal sheets, investigative reporters, maybe. We are indeed frenzied but our bodies meld perfectly together and our hands know exactly where and how to touch. Your right hand tangles through the hair at the back of my head as your left pulls my right leg up to your waist. My eyes are tightly shut as I focus on the endless sensations your body throws through mine. I notice your hand leave my upper thigh and my eyes shoot open, hoping you weren't pulling away. My fears instantly fade away away as I find that grin on your face again as your. The night they invited us over for dinner and cards did not seem unusual. After dinner (Linda as a great cook) Bill was trying to find the poker chips in a cabinet. Linda said that they might be behind the green door. There was no green door on the cabinet, but I knew it was a reference to the porn movie, and said something about the big sausage being behind the green door. Well, that broke the dam, and we were quickly chatting about porn, and then sex. We had become friends, and it felt.