They disappear but after a few minutes, the walks out and nods our way. The guy-Jameson-walks out the door, locking it behind him. Damon gets up and p...aces out his hand to me. I grab it and he pulls me up, leading me to the same room that Mimi must be in. "Damon, where, where is he going? Where are we going? When did this place close?" I look around, trying to figure out what happened over the past few hours. My drunken mind still can't comprehend the empty place. He opens the door, pushes me. " Actually, the guy was damned good looking, but Tony wasn't about to admit that. Not to Ziva, anyway. "He's working with the Feebs and us now. Can you work that angle if you know him?"Tony's description aptly fit the man she knew, but until she knew for sure, she wasn't about to divulge the details from her past. "If it is him, I will, Tony. I cannot guarantee the connection, as my work with Interpol was extensive. But if it is the man I knew, I am sure that his cooperation will only enhance. “What are you doing, Dennis? Come here.”She grasped his face between her fluffy hands and angled it towards her waiting lips. She slipped him a sedating kiss, slow and passionate, her warm tongue teasing him with its deft and calculated motions. She hooked a hand behind his head and lowered him to the bed as he felt his muscles grow weak, her long, deep embrace sapping the energy from his body as if she were some kind of vampire.She lay him flat, his legs useless and trembling, then broke off. I say only that I use that which I perceive to work. Because of my work and the interest that it arouses, I have found myself in contact with many on the outer fringes of human sexual interest and occasionally I have been able to turn their enthusiasms to my own advantage.Gordon Beckwith, the founder of the National Forum for Forniphilia, is one contact that I have found invaluable. The son of a master cabinet-maker, Gordon was brought up appreciating the fine lines of classic English.