" What for?" No time to talk, but if you got a kick out of fucking us with your husband in the outer office, you'll love this."Mary Jane crawled under...Kraven's desk as he walked away. A minute later he returned and she almost had an orgasm when she realized what Kraven was up to. She heard him say, "I have no idea why the Bugle would like a picture of me behind my desk, but any publicity at all will help my foundation."Kraven sat down at his desk and scooted the chair forward and Mary Jane. ” He turned to her and asked, “Kelly, what would your attitude be if you were introduced to Napoleon Bonaparte?”“I ... I would be stunned, I guess.”“As would I. And as are they. First, you are taller than Bonaparte by a good bit. You are far younger. And you are one of the most beautiful women alive. Couple that with your undeniable military genius, and something quite different, military skill, and you are awesome. That’s the reaction. It’s quite simple.”Kelly was housed in an apartment in the. +++The detective biz is not what it used to be, assuming it ever was what it used to be. These days the reliability of your high-speed internet connect and your degree of skill with search engines counts a lot more than what kind of gun you carry. If you even carry a gun. I do, but then I'm paranoid.I ran a quick search in a regular site just for shits and grins. Hey, you never know, sometimes you get lucky. This time I did, there were a couple of hundred hits right off the bat. Glancing down. “Girl, when was the last time you ate?” he asked.I looked away from him. “Apart from that protein shake I just had? It was probably about 18 hours ago at a convenience store. A hot dog I paid for by showing my little tittys to the clerk and letting him jack himself off looking at me in the back room.”I watched him tuck his big self back into his pants, then he steered me into his kitchen and sat me at a chair. “You like shrimp and grits? I’ve got some left over from last night I could microwave.