" You'd have to be insane to not want to kiss Angel. Her long legs, perky breasts, emerald eyes. Everything about her was perfect and I wanted her. I ...sked her if she cared for a drink, when she replied yes I walked to the kitchen. I imagined me teasing her, making her cum and before I knew it my panties were soaking with my juices. I resisted the urge to stick my hands in my panties and rub my clit and instead walked back out the kitchen to Angel. Tonight I was gonna show Angel how I really. For all that, she was comely enough in her loose-fitting garb. None of the more obviously inebriated patrons made the mistake of approaching her, however.Perhaps it was the hard look in her eyes and on her face; the look expected violence. Perhaps it was the massive sword leaning against the wall on her left where it could be pulled from its scabbard in a moment’s notice. More than likely it was the look of the five men and women sitting at the table with her, each of them hard and each of them. I was very careful, after that one big scare, to confine all my trades to well inside the trading limits I'd originally set for myself.Mama took all of her trading profits, which were far greater than mine had been, and she had Frank Clooney set up a charitable trust, just for the benefit of the girl's extension. She made Joyce the sole trustee of it, telling her she wanted her to get used to handling larger sums of money.I called Emily on the first Tuesday afternoon after our Saturday night. “I know,” said Liz, “Why don’t you ask someone round to sit with him while you’re out. You know, like a baby sitter, only this would be a dog sitter.” “What a good idea, Liz,” said my mother. “Who can you ask though?” Both Liz and Katie began rattling off the names of all their friends, who they thought would jump at the chance of looking after Fido. My own excitement began to build as I could see my plan working out far better and more quickly than I dared imagine. I sat at the table drinking.