The recliner is already occupied, as is the love seat. I take my place on the end of the sofa, and you stretch out, putting your feet in my lap. I giv... you a secret smile as I pull a blanket over us.The only light in the room comes from the screen on the wall, and when I look over at you, your face has an almost ethereal glow. Your seductive smile and your eyes locked on to mine sends a tingle through my body.I rest my hand on your leg, right at the curve of your foot. I begin to rub the tips. See, I’d kind of like to take a weekend,” he said, staring down at the apron. “Like ... maybe this one. And I can’t unless you—”“—take the shows?” she finished for him.“Right. So, well, would you?”“This wouldn’t have anything to do with little miss Barbie, would it?” she asked in a slightly brittle tone. Over the last couple of weeks a girl had been a frequent visitor, sometimes at the shows but more often during their sparsely attended training sessions. She always showed up with carefully. " He then drew a bottle from his uniform coat. He wore the winter dress of a Colonel of a Russian armoured brigade.He came into the room, looked around carefully, before taking a seat by the kitchen table. John fetched some glasses and pushed them over to him. Rhykov poured a shot then bolted it down. "Ah, that's better," he said. He poured another, picked it up, then stared at it. "It's a pity," he suddenly said, "that you and Benin did not last the distance, a great pity. Families are. " And single spaced too." I'll reformat it when I print. I always do it this way." So ten pages. You're done." I'm in the middle of a paragraph." Save it or I'll shut down your computer." You wouldn't."One look in Tami's eye and I knew she would. I clicked on the save icon and swung my chair around to face her."You know what they say. All work and no play makes Tony a dull boy. It's time to play." Tami, I'm not sure..." Tony, love of my life. It's Saturday. No one's home. You have a not-so-ugly.