I knew Cassidy hadn’t come up with the phrasing ‘measured steps,’ which told me she had in fact talked to Caryn.There was a knock at the door an... then it opened. Caryn, Paul and Fritz all walked in.“You told him?” Caryn asked.“Yes,” Cassidy said.It was obvious that everyone in the room knew about Kimberly.“I hope this isn’t an intervention,” I said, to try to lighten the mood.I was not expecting Fritz to take the lead.“I’ve been in Hollywood for a number of years working for Rita. There have. "Well," I prompted."Well, I thought your sister," he said."What! My sister!" I exclaimed, "why her?" Two reasons really," he said with a sly smile, "one she's drop dead gorgeous and two she available, you know, we going to need time and a place to use this stuff." But she's my sister," I said, but I had to agree with his logic though, she was the best looking girl around."Look mate," he explained, "you're always complaining what a bitch she is and how you would like to get even with her, well. It was about a man who was happy about being the last man on Earth, because he could finally kiss his lady love. She shook her head in disgust. Only in America.The sun was about ¼ of the way up as she walked downstairs. Flo was sitting behind the counter reading an E-zine. "Hey, honey," she called out in her thick Texas twang as she continued to recline against the counter. "I owe you a breakfast. I can make you some bacon and eggs."Ugh. Americans ate too much grease. "Could I just have coffee. He gazed down at me. I unbuttoned my shorts and shimmied them down leaving me in my little lace panties.He made sure his knee was between my legs as he resumed kissing my breasts before latching onto a nipple while pinching and rolling the other. I ground against his knee. Stopping when I realized how wet I was.“That’s fucking sexy,” he said slipping his hand between my legs, “Is this okay?”He posed the question before making contact. I nodded.“You’re so wet,” he said.I glanced down, I was.