Bob hadn't noticed any table-service in the time he had been at the bar, but watching the speed with which the barman brought around two glasses of ch...mpagne, he doubted that sort of thing mattered for the likes of Celeste. She rewarded the man with a big smile and a compliment that Bob couldn't hear, but the barman grinned like a schoolboy and colour rose to his cheeks, so Bob guessed it was the sort of thing people liked to hear from a beautiful woman.Bob kept watching Vicky and Celeste from. But he had no idea until he had met with her father this morning and he had gone over the books, and other pertinent information with him. The business was in good standing and making large profits, especially with the long voyages to the colonies. Lyle was taken aback by her comments but he refused to let it darken his mood, his mood was light and gay, he could hardly wait for this marriage to begin, and he could get a closer look at her without these bothersome clothes. ‘Shall we get this. .?" I began until she interrupted me."What about us fucking again?" she giggled. "Be patient, Lance. We have all of the time in the world." When? I mean, how..." I stammered.She laughed again. "Like I said, I get really hot and wet. I need to clean up. Then I think I'll play with your cock and suck it some while you drive. I know where we can stop just before Daddy's house and you can fuck me doggy-style. I thought of that when you grabbed my ass just then." Okay!" I said eagerly. I. No matter that he could dance rings around them and singlike an angel - and that was another problem, his voice. No-one wanted atwenty-five year old singer who sounded like a member of the Vienna BoysChoir.Even so, he thought he'd stood a chance at a part as an orphan in therevival of 'Oliver!' until the casting director said he looked too old.And now it looked like he would grow old in his job as prop manager forthe State Theater.A chill set over him and he turned up the small space heater.