His attention was so fixed on Truda that he failed to notice as Karla entered the ring dressed in a tight fitting referee shirt and a pair of short gy... trunks. She walked over to him and put her hands on his shoulders.“Don’t try to be a hero out there. If you get hurt, stay down. Don’t worry about the video. Truda will carry the video; that’s who most of the people are tuning in to see. You just do your best and protect yourself; I don’t want to see you get hurt.”Turning, she walked back to her. Ahhh, that explains it. He's sent it to his entire friend list. No doubt he got over-excited and slapped that monster down on the keyboard in wild abandonment. It is, of course, Princess LaVonne herself, the one and only, too black, too gay, and too holy for the Rock 'n' Roll Hall of Fame, Mr, and this is a complete misnomenaclature, Little Richard. Well, it was sweet of him to share but I'm not going to get myself too excitable, though maybe, just perhaps, he might like to give that baby an. Actually I loved how you watched me and Steve have sex, and how it had turned you on. I did not mind your other life; I knew I had to share you with the world you had carved out at your home, but for now you were mine. For now you loved me, as a lover, for now you were my addiction, and I was getting my fill.I woke up, not really with a start, just one of those things, when you know that your neck will have the worst crick in it if you do not move, and with your feet still in my hands, on my. His head jerked back when Mike’s voice broke the silence. “Hello, John. How are you?”Rover looked at John and decided the speakerphone was safe enough. He got down and went back to the corner. Ann stared at the cat with a look of incredulity. It acted more like a bodyguard than a pet.“I’m fine. I’m talking to you on a speakerphone in Agent Moore’s office, here in Phoenix. She’s here with me.”Mike said, “Hello, Ann.”Ann snapped back to the conversation at hand. She was surprised that he knew her.