" Because it was homemade!" Samantha protested. "I'm not a billionaire who can just have her butler sew her a costume!" I'll check the web, see what I...can find," Erin told her. "One of my net buddies has got to know something about hero costumes."Erin's eyes shifted to look at something behind Samantha and she smiled. "Derek coming up behind you."Samantha's eyes widened in horror. She quickly looked up as Derek Hamilton walked by their table, carrying his lunch tray."Hi Derek," Samantha beamed,. She stopped kissing me and we made eye contact she whispered in my ear ''I'll take care of everything you just enjoy'' with that she bit and was sucking on my earlobe, her hands were so gentle the way she caressed and massaged my body was amazing she kissed her was slowly down my neck biting it every now and then leaving love marks when she got to my breasts it was like heaven she gently kissed her way to my rock hard nipples as she swirled her tongue around then getting them both wet, she. Snatching my forgotten wet panties from my hand and taking a long sniff, he backed me into a corner. My breathing became heavier and I could see my breasts heaving as I struggled to breathe. He made a noise that sounded like an animal as he came at me. My back hit the cold brick wall, and I didn’t know what to do; I was so turned on that I wanted to see where it would go. His hand reached out to my sweater, pulling at the buttons to undo them, but ripping them off in the process. I heard. .. as your friend, I'm not so impressed."But..." Tony, shut up and listen for once."I listened."There is a name for what you did. It's called ambush journalism." But..." we said together."QUIET! Ambush journalism is very popular. All the tabloid shows use it. But a journalist, a real journalist, balances the story. You got your facts, as I said. Your research was excellent. But did you even consider giving Mr. Parker a chance to respond? Did you even try to get a comment from me or Mr. Butz?".