It's mostly true anyway, so who's going to know the difference? Lacey can tell them differently, but what does her word count for anymore?"Susan turne... to look him in the eye. "Am I your girl?"He took her face in both hands. "Listen. I've wanted you since the first day I dropped Cole off at school. Now that I finally got you, I'm not letting you go anytime soon. Damn right you're my girl."Susan was sorry she'd ever thought chivalry was dead. He was quickly proving himself to be her white. “Here,” I said, handing him the envelope. “I was told to give you this if you started getting upset. I figure that I might as well save you the time and effort,” I explained as he stared at the envelope.“What does it say?” he asked when he saw a letter folded up inside the envelope.“I have no idea; it was meant for you,” I replied.“But the envelope isn’t sealed,” he protested.“So what? The letter was for you; I didn’t read it,” I explained.He finally read the letter, actually two letters folded. She has the most beautiful hips, her skin was so white and her hair was so fine around the most beautiful cunt that I have ever seen. It was small, neat and surrounded by fine hair almost as red as the wonderful auburn hair on her head, she looked just perfect.I was wearing a brown and cream basque with matching panties (hers, I had borrowed them), seamed tan stockings and light brown suede shoes with a low heel, all matching. I’d been up a while so I had done my hair and makeup and just. Those guys have already forgotten his name and your name.” He gave me a curious look. “Leaving aside your personal feelings, you think Hawkins would have really been a problem?”“Absolutely. It’s bad enough that George Bush put us into Somalia, but Clinton is going to make it even worse. He’s a complete novice at anything overseas, except for smoking dope at Oxford. Hawkins would really make that bad!”“You think Somalia is going to be bad? We did all right in Kuwait, and Bush put us in that.”“I.