" He called me 'Hank'.Everybody's been calling me 'Hank'. They think it makes them soundsympathetic. The only two who've actually been sympathetic are...Charlieand Holly. Neither one of them calls me 'Hank'. Hell, Charlie's mydaughter, it'd be weird if she called me 'Hank'. "Hey, pal, you shouldgo home. Bet your kid's been out of her mind with worry." He pointed tomy phone, laying on the table. "She's called about a half dozen times."I shook my head. "Charlie's got other things to worry about," I. Pulling the blankets over her heated body, Ragnar wiped the sweat from his brow, and licked his lips for the reminants of her delicious taste. Attempting to stand, Ragnar looked to the door wondering if he could make it. ‘Ragnar, come here.’ Kate purred. As Ragnar edged closer to his sated lover, she reached for the tie to his trousers. ‘Kate, no. It is fine.’ Ragnar grimaced as his erection disagreed with him and jumped against the fabric as she bared it to her gaze. Its swollen head purple. I realize that you have the remote and turned it on low. Yet your face reveals none of this. You carry on a conversation and ignore my obvious state of arousal.As the waiter approaches, you ramp up the dial without your face letting anything slip. The waiter's glance lingers a little too long on my face. I fear he knows.As he walks away, you lower the dial. You lean over and whisper in your gruff voice "Flare your skirt out. I want your bare skin on the seat. And in my presence, your knees. By now Sprite was undoubtedly in pain. Any more and she would bruse, at least any more right away. I needed to do two things: First let her rest a little. Let her nerves calm down a little and constrict her blood vessels to prevent bruising.“say ah.” I commanded as I walked to her side. Sprite had done as she was ordered placing the handle of the cord whip into her awaiting and open mouth. “You are to keep this position until I return.” walked to the door loudly passing a night stand on my way..