“I should be back by six, Jack, as long as the weather stays fine.” “Have a good walk, Siobhan. I wish I could join you, but you know how it is,...there’s always something needs doing.” “Sure do, Jack. Thanks again – there’s a pint on the house for you next time you’re passing.” That was a joke, since it was a rare evening when he wasn’t in the pub, having “just the one.” For once, the forecast was right, and by ten o’clock the sun was blazing down and I’d put on my hat. I wished I didn’t have to. Tracey shivered slightly thinking of the young courier, Little Pussy, and the young boy they'd had come to their room. However, although the police were brutal, Primrose explained, making sure that Tiger Lilly wasn't within earshot, they were remarkably inefficient at actually doing anything other than intimidate people. As an investigative police agency, they were absolutely hopeless. They had had no impact at all on the smuggling of hard drugs and guns that happened around the country's. I’ve heard every pick-up line. I’ve been told my eyes are like emeralds,” she looked into my eyes. “I’ve been told my tits are perky and look good enough to be fake,” she put my hands on her tits.Yep, that’s right. In broad daylight, as we rode in the back of a golf cart, a pretty older girl just put my hands on her boobs to make a point.“What do they say about your vagina, then?” I said as I looked her straight in the eye with a deadpan expression. I wanted to laugh because Claire cracked. We'll see."But you mentioned fantasies. You know, our fantasies and realities don'talways jibe. You may try something that's always been a hot fantasy anddiscover that the reality is not fun at all. Not exciting. Maybe evenquite disagreeable. How do you know that this won't be the same? I toldyou that I won't be easy." Well...perhaps we could, er, set something up on a trial basis...."She cut me off. "No. I'm not interested in fooling around. I want apositive, binding commitment. .