I shut off the phone. If he wanted me to call his cell phone, he didn't want the call going through the switchboard and being recorded. This could NOT...be good news for me.Damian was handing the girl a glass of tea, having coaxed her up from the floorboards and the seat.He came around and handed me a glass."What's the news man?"I took a big swallow of the tea. "Pete wants me to call him back on his cell phone in a few minutes. I have to figure that the cops know me and my car by now."Damian dug. She stared longer than she intended drinking in the thing, it slowly crept up and out as he stood over her, like a drawbridge rising away from his legs, thick and firm. She thought it delicious and began to imagine it inside her so she slid round on the sheets and presented her head at the foot of the bed, level with his fleshy flagpole, her hand reached up and she wrapped her fingers around the base of the shaft, unable to make the tips of her fingers meet her palm, he twitched lightly with. However, when they did, his screen shone a bright white that blinded him and forced him to look away. When he looked back, she was standing there. Graceful, and serene, and utterly beautiful beyond words. It was almost as if she was his dream woman.Gravity-defying breasts, a toned stomach and a plump ass, shapely legs and a lovely face, perfectly framed by her brown hair. It helped she wore little more than a thin white robe. And her most defining feature. A pair of massive, white wings behind. He lookedat me with a sideways glance as if he was questioning the validity of mystatement. Then he said, some people like that thou right Paul? "I wouldsuppose so." I said. "Though I don't know anyone that could have put upwith your level of control." "Do I do that with everyone?" "How can youstand to be around me?' He asked taking another sip of his drink. "Oh, Idon't know." I said trying to make light of some of the conversation, "Iguess I am just a push over milk toast kind of guy." I.