.”“Now was that so hard?” Rick asks, interrupting again.“No...” Malcolm answers, not sure what the other doctor’s game is.Rick busts out l...ughing. “I’m just fucking with you Malcolm. You’re too serious.”Malcolm sighs audibly. “I kind of have to be.”“How so?” Rick asks, sitting forward, intently waiting.“It’s my girlfriend, Mio,” the man begins. “She’s getting tired of me working so damn much. Hell, I’m tired of working so much.”“Then don’t,” Rick says. “Hell, take some time off if you need. ”I assembled my things, and caught up with her in the lobby. We arrived separately at the coffee shop, and settled in to a table in the back corner.“I know we exchanges names on the plane, but, I’m embarrassed to admit, I’ve forgotten yours! I’m Sam Dewitt. Thanks for tracking me down and returning my charger. I was starting to wonder if I had even packed it!”She chuckled, replying, “Michelle Evans. I happened to see it once you had shuffled past our seats, and scooped it up. I remembered you. So we all got together and dad laid out the plan and off we went. Once at the club, s*s and I were introduced as husband and wife. We started to mingle. All the people here were over fifty, so s*s and I were getting alot of attention. I put a condom on and made my way to an older lady, kind of heavy and pushed my cock into her hairy snatch. She was loose and not much fun. I pulled out after a few strokes and moved to the next. I found another woman who really wanted my cock in her. She too. The Emir was the last of the party of six to arrive; Davina stood up and kissed him on both cheeks, Mary, Shane and Simon greeted him affably enough, but the greeting from Bridget was far from friendly."Piss off!" she said and stood up."Is it true what they are saying, Mr. Ransome?" she asked in a voice that boomed across the restaurant, "Is it?" What are they saying, Bridget?" he replied calmly, knowing what was coming."That you are really an Arab pretending to be white?"Silence fell across.