What elsecould I sell? We were developing a good clientele, but could we growproducts as well.Aunt Gabby felt that we needed to stick with our Health...and Beauty theme.Then she had an idea and rummaged through her card folder for a card:"This guy came to see me a few days before you got here. He has a line of?ladies intimate apparel?. Some lingerie but also support garments.Perhaps you should follow this up?"His name was Ben Hamlin. I called him the following day and he offered tocome up. We know you cannot have done this alone, so unless you give us the name and address of your supplier, we have no choice but to charge you as a drugs dealer??Please? cried Ingrid. ?This is all wrong. I am not smuggling. The Panda was a gift?.?I am sorry. We tried to be nice to you, but you refuse to co-operate. We have no choice. You are under arrest for smuggling heroin out of the country. You will be taken to court, where, unless you can provide us with the name and address of your supplier,. Let's all go our separate ways in peace, no harm done." I don't think so," said the black man. "We own these streets and it's only right you should pay us a gratuity for the privilege of walking them in safety." This time the voice was much more cultured, perhaps even well-educated.Very slowly and deliberately I took out my ID and let them all peruse it. "You know," I said, "you look like vampires to me. I reckon I should shoot first and ask questions later. What do you think?" Hell, Gus, I. "Thank you", Jessica said, giggling again. "And such pretty lips", the man said, hunger in his eyes. "But do you know what would make you even prettier?" What", Jessica asked, desperate to be prettier. "For you to be on your knees", the man said, a firm tone in his voice. Without thinking, Jessica obeyed, dropping to her knees on the crowded floor. Within seconds, she was staring at the man's dick. It was rock hard, about seven inches long and about two inches thick.She felt a momentary.