I wanted to get some sun so i let the guys fish, so I removed mt t-shirt and lay in the sun in the bow of his boat on a towel. After a while I saw thr...ugh my sunglasses that Rick had been staring at me with a big grin on his face. I wanted a bit of fun so I turned over and undid my bikini top and spead my legs a bit. Marc must have taken that as a cue so he took a small bucket of cold water and threw at me.It made me jump up and i turned around in surprise but Rick had the nicer surprise as my. “I pursued him, very intensely and he finally gave in.”“I don’t like that, Lucia.”“Not many guys around . . . mmm, around here will try to date me. They’re scared of you and . . . mmm, and Davon.” I argued.“Then my work was done correctly, except with Carter but I’ll handle that later. That’s it, not too loud babe because I don’t want anyone calling mom and dad.” he whispered in my ear.He moved both hands over my breasts now, tweaking and pinching my nipples before palming my breasts as he. “Well, it looks like we’re alone and, from the message on his machine; his wife won’t be home until Sunday. This is turning out to be an interesting day.”“What are you talking about?”“Well, how often do you run into something like this? We only had two jobs today; that old lady in town and this one. We don’t have to go back to the office because the jobs were paid for in advance and we have the rest of the day to do this one. I don’t know about you, but I see some fun possibilities here.” She. What the hell is your name, man?” He laughed.“Al.”“Al, I’m Tony and this is Melody. Our distinguished Mr. Smith is Bob Bowers, the critic whose review ran in this morning’s paper.”“Geez. You guys just pulled off a hell of a coup. I don’t think they’ve ever made so much money on a show before. Not without stealing the art and reselling it later.”“How the hell do they stay in business?” I asked.“I think they launder money for some mob,” Al said. “The artists in the gallery pay to have their work.