It was over an hour later when I felt the deck dip as someone boarded. Sherrie opened the salon door and came straight to my lap. She kissed me, and n...zzled my neck, while squirming around my lap trying to see if Mr. Johnson was happy to see her.Sherrie shimmied around for a while, and then asked, "Brian, what do you want from me? What's in this for you?" She had a point. I bet there was plenty about my offer that was confusing."Truly, I want nothing. Seriously – nothing. I have no family.. It was already pretty stiff and when I let it go it sprang back against Sarah's side. I imagined the sound was Anna handling my raging hard-on after pulling it out of my pants. My god did I wish I could have had Anna to myself. My emotions were getting so high that I began to feel guilty about laying here under Sarah.Just then, I was startled by a loud rustling of the bushes. Dawn was just starting to break, so it was still pretty dark, but I could just make out the shape of somebody walking. "Would there be any survivors?" Why?" Hank asked with a straight face. "How many prisoners would you want?" I don't want to be facing paparazzi," Regina explained. "That's why Benton and I sent our girls here two or three times a year. No news media. No citizens with their cell phones. Now I want to be left alone to get good and drunk and then I want to use your services as a grief counselor. After that—well, we'll see."Karen had turned her attention to the octagonal shadow box on the wall. She. Katie’s derriere was callipygian. It was the kind of butt that men looked at, and then looked again, every chance they got.It wasn’t until he saw Cile standing in the doorway that he realized that they had left the door to the living room open all night. She looked tousled and groggy, but as beautiful as ever in the light blue satin robe she was wearing. She had it tied shut in a manner that had it clinging tightly to every curve of her body, and there were just the right amount of those to go.