The girl, her eyes widening in fear, stepped back, away from Quin's lecherous advance.'Don't,' Adele said, her face twisting with anxiety, hands comin... up to ward off any attack.The old man, apparently realising he was scaring the girl, halted.'I'm sorry,' he repeated, shaking his head as though clearing away the insanity. 'I ... I wouldn't hurt you.'The pair stared at each other for a long moment, Adele's eyes wary, while Quin's expression told of a primordial yearning. The old man craved. ’ ‘And?’ he asked. ‘Well, it felt pretty good. *Really* good. Oh, god,’ she couldn’t help but smile. He sipped his wine and *accidentally* unintentionally glanced at her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples prominent under the thin fabric. No kidding she was excited. THAT kind of excited. He took another sip at his wine and looked up at her. He was caught, ‘I’m sorry. Was just admiring the view..’ She smiled seductively at him, ‘And?’ ‘I’m Very impressed and quite embarrased,’ he. Shall I inform him you are here yet?’ The buxomy blonde gave Greg and Aida a toothy smile. ‘Hey Sally, how are you today, you look gorgeous and yes please tell Mr. Delaware we are here please.’ ‘Aww… Mr. Johnson, you are such a sweet man.’ Grinned the buxomy blonde while she punched the intercom on her table informing Rupert about their arrival. A voice came back to tell her to send them in. ‘You can go in now, Mr. Johnson.’ Aida and Greg entered another door and sitting behind a table was a. “I think it’d be safe to say that we haven’t ever NOT been friends, Tom.” Col. Andrews nodded as he flipped the cloth patch over and repeated the process.“Mm-hmm. And she’s a very beautiful young woman, isn’t she, Troilus?” He dropped some oil onto a cleaning brush and sent it through the bore as well. Troy nodded back, admiring one of the pistols on the coffee table; a Walther PPK.“I know I’m biased, sir; however, I’d be inclined to say that Julie is the most beautiful woman I know.”“Then.