I gasped as she stood before me in a black corset, with garters, nylons and high heels. The top was cut so tight she was almost spilling out of it. I ...ould only choke out, “Wow!”She grinned and seemed to blush before saying, “Thanks, but you need to focus on how you’d like me to pose. Remember, this isn’t for a family photo album.”I looked around and said, “I think I’d like you to begin using a dining chair as your prop. Hold it at the top and put your left foot on the seat. Turn your head. He sat down with her standing behind him. He started clicking and explaining what all he was doing, hoping she'd remember some of it."Well, that should take care of you," he smiled, feeling her leaning closer, until she rested her head on his shoulder. 'Oh shit!' he thought as her soft, seductive perfume slowly drifted up his nose, making him start to grow again. "Would you like to see Joanne?" he asked, turning to her, watching a puzzled look fill her pretty face. "I have this really cool. ” “Get the fuck out before I beat your ass.” He laughed, taking a swipe at my backside with the back of his hand. Grinning, I stuck my tongue out at him, scampering just out of reach, squealing as he grabbed at me again, this time catching my bicep, his grip unyielding, his eyes hard and serious. Neither of us had any idea that the next time I’d see him, he’d be lying face up in a casket, his mama clutching at the lid like if she could bring him back with the power of love or some such shit.. "Ill-mannered boors." Sir," said George again, and by now the dozen or so in the common room were an attentive audience to our playlet. "Why don't we let the ladies decide?" Not likely," said the young man with the long curls, straightening what I assumed was a most-stylish wig."Seems reasonable to me," I put in. "Have you gentlemen booked rooms above?" None a'your damn business," said the drunker of the two, hand on the hilt of his gaudy sword.I looked at the tavern owner, an old friend of.