"Her hand was still busy in Tom's crotch. "What'll it be? One more bra ordo you want to wear panties to work?" A bra," Tom muttered.Jen turned back to...the catalog that was still open on the coffee table.She flipped through the pages until she found a section filled with lacyunderwear."Go ahead and pick out one you'd like."Tom groaned and stared at the page. After ten or fifteen seconds hepointed to a bra in the middle of the page."That's the one you want?" Uh huh," Tom answered not really. They were shown another and then their guide said: “There is another, over there.” He gestured. “I cannot go there. Perhaps you should not go there.”“I will go. Give me a drink from your bottle. Zeke, you return with him. I will see you in the morning.”“Will you be safe?”“I will be what I will be. I could have been bitten by a spider or a snake, by a croc or a parentie. The sky might fall. I expect to see you in the morning.”Jos took a drink and turned toward the cliff, walking along a faint. Guys like girls with boots, don’t they? She remembered Gene Hackman picking up a boot-wearing woman in The French Connection. I wonder what it would be like to have sex while wearing these?Outside she considered going to the security office across the way and having a guard drive her through the dusk to one of the subway stations. Instead, she walked the two blocks to Amsterdam Avenue to hail a livery cab. Along the way, she felt the cold air around her thighs, hips and crotch. It was a bit. At the grocery store or at school. Sometimes at a restaurant or a bar. In this case, her mother's bar...This isn't the first time he's come by to see her and he knows it won't be the last. He waited until the coast was clear before moving from a table in the darkened corner of the Roadhouse to the bar itself. Ellen was gone. She'd been gone for 20 minutes. The last of the customers was shuffling out the door.A calloused hand strokes over her forearm as she leans in to talk to him. He pushes a.