What if she could find a way to have him and save him from doing time in prison? She could have him all to herself while she wrote about him in her ne... book. He would certainly provide viewpoints others would find fascinating. He might just be the key to a new best seller. Her mind began to brainstorm ways to get him away from her office. Or else she would have to clear her schedule and let Maria go home early. His appointment was at three on Friday. That just might work. All she needed to do. I couldn't believe it. I read it over and over and over. I couldn't get a grasp on reality. I figured I had to be dreaming. I did everything I could to wake myself up. I slapped myself across the face which hurt quite a bit. I stood up and jumped up and down and wasn't able to fly. In most my dreams I'm able to fly. Then I grabbed my water bottle and sprayed my face as that always wakes me up and I just ended up with a wet face and so I figured that I was awake and this wasn't some wonderful. Hattie had been busy since she’d got home from work and the bedroom, like the rest of the house, was spotless. The bed was freshly made with crisp white linen and a vase of white roses stood on the highly polished dressing table. Their scent pervaded the air as the trio swept in.“Very nice,” said Chastity looking around. “You have a lovely home.”Hattie blushed.“Well, where do you want me?” asked the call-girl. “On the bed?”Dave saw his wife freeze so he slid an arm around her waist, kissed her. I talked Neil into dancing a slow dance with me.We went back to our table and Jean; Pierre's right hand man entered theclub with Barbette in tow. She (He) was breathtaking. She was tall, hadlong legs, a gorgeous ass, and a beautiful face. She had huge dark eyesand a million dollar smile. Jean announces to the entire club that thisis Barbette his 17 year old niece visiting from HaitiI motion to Jean to come over. I introduced Jean as a business associateto Neil. They sit down join us for a.