If I do I'll expose your little sleuthing fiasco."Art paced for a couple more minutes, and then turned to his friends again. "Look, I'm going to get o...t of here before I say something I'll regret. I'll keep Daniels off you this morning, but I'm sure he's going to want to talk to you before the day's over. Pull yourselves together and I'll talk to you later."As Art turned to leave, Al said, "Thanks, Art."Slavens didn't answer, but walked purposefully out the door.When Lt. Slavens had gone, Al. The man's emergency training kicked in, and he had a huge sticky patch slapped against his faceplate in no time, but ended up with his right hand glued to his face, and his vision obscured. Before the rest of them noticed any of this, Frank had another bearing flying, and another one went down, to fumble at a glue patch. When the third one had glued their hand to their face, the remaining two dropped their clubs and raised their hands over their heads- Clubs just don't do very much good at a. .. ****He****This is getting interesting!I stare into her eyes, projecting passion from mine as I let the finger under her chin slip down to trace the curve of her neck and the soft valley of her meager cleavage.She doesn't turn away as I bend to kiss her. Her lips melt for a moment, then press tightly together. As I start to pull back, she follows, softening again, and accepting my tongue.Lips or no, she can kiss!I feel a stirring in the leg of my trousers!****She****Well, now! No wonder he's. . and a couple who didn't. I used to be the life of the party, but it was the Republican Party so that's not saying much. Now I sit alone sipping a watered-down cocktail, living in mortal fear of even a microsecond of eye contact.Still, I managed to glance up long enough to spot HER standing at the end of the bar like a lighthouse, both beckoning and warning of impending doom. My type: leggy, languid, long dirty-blonde hair. (Although with my need I could easily settle for a little person with.