I'd likely meet you somewhere public but with private booths with no pesky waitresses, where I would carry on a perfectly civil conversation that does...'t change tone when I start describing how I'm going to fuck you. It would contain everything herein, but not in exact terms. I'd ask you to give me your panties before we left, and by the time I was done talking they would be soaked. We'd take a cab. First I'd start by touching your neck, your shoulders, working my way to your garters,. I know I respected most women for their minds as well as their bodies.As time progressed, James moved to the highest stakes games. Like a lot of losing gamblers, he was trying to recoup his losses quicker but all he did was accelerate the speed with which he lost money. He went from bringing cash to writing checks to signing IOUs. He left each night, explaining that he would have to arrange payment by selling this asset or that and for a time he held true to his word. Then his IOUs began to. ...that was fucking amazing.But why had she wanted to be called Miss instead of Mrs? I suppose it sounded better and, I decided, was maybe out of respect for the memory of her dead husband, perhaps this 'Miss' Rhodes in her mind had never had a husband and was therefore free to play around.As I pondered I glanced across at Maria, stuffing her face with crisps, my love for her reminding me of the guilt which had moved in, making itself thoroughly comfortable, shortly after leaving Betty's. But I could do without this cloak and dagger crap. Is this necessary? And do we need to include your crew, Thomas and Evans, in this?" Absolutely on both, General," Tib answered."Very well. Follow me to my office. You're in luck. I had the corporal put on a fresh pot of coffee." Sadie, can you be a dear and kick those butt-kissing politicians out of your office, have your Chief of Staff cancel all your appointments, and somehow sneak out of your office to meet with me, and do it without a.