“Just play it cool. Don’t panic until I get the chance to talk to Elizabeth Monday. We can always tell her that you had no idea of what was going ...o be discussed, only that the mayor asked you to come. She thinks Melissa Hopkins is Satan Incarnate so she’ll believe it. Just relax and don’t go crazy this weekend. OK?”“OK,” Deirdre said, letting out a long breath. “Thanks, Bonnie. I’m glad I have someone with a level head on my side.”“Oh, don’t mention it,” Bonnie said, shaking her head and. If you don’t do it within 30 seconds, I’ll go”.Well played.“Now what am I going to do?” M asks herself.There many motives not to do the gesture. First: shame. Second: her husband, me. Third: the fear of a leap in the dark. Four: not to do is always easier than to do.But if he really goes away, she couldn’t help being disappointed. That is now quite clear to her.30 seconds have elapsed. TG has not received the sign and now he’s gathering his stuff.He’s going to leave, this time he is keeping his. For good measure he kicked her with a booted foot in the rump and quickly kicked her legs apart. taking a special tool that was a curved blade that he hooked through the material just below her zipper and with one swift movement sliced, trousers, panties all the way between her legs and up to her belt, The tight pants split open like an over ripe peach revealing a warm female vulva. Without ceremony he unzipped his pants and pulled his penis free which was quite hard and holding her legs apart. Nice. Want some wine? I said yes, and we drank a glass while discussing the photo styles. Then we drank some more while he showed me some of his work. His commercial work was fabulous, and then he showed me some personal model shots and portfolio prints. They were stunning works in craftmanship, and there were some beautiful photos of women in all kinds of nude poses. Oh my God, I blushed as we drank more wine. I was getting a heavy buzz on, and so was he. He pulled out a joint then. Want to.