If you in your wildest dream were to think up something to get rid of Balfour, I’d give you a hundred bucks.’ Benni noted the three of them were n...dding, so smelt business brewing. ‘Tell you what, you guys organize a consortium to rake up $5000 to be held by Kevin and payable to me if I get rid of this Balfour bastard for you – without physically harming him, of course.’ ‘That sounds interesting,’ said Barron. ‘We’d need you to explain your plan and for us to set a deadline.’ ‘Three months from. “May we speak in the vestibule when you have breakfasted, my son?”“But of course, Father.”He stood gazing pensively out at the Cloisters through one of the arched windows. “You seem remarkably troubled, if I may say so, Nicholas. Is there anything you can share with me?”I had come to this holy place, in good faith, as a repenting retreatant, hoping for absolution. Now, more urgently, I needed to seek sanctuary from the encroaching evil. But would a confession merely double the resolve of my. Only criminal law seemed to have any chance for adventure. Even it didn't seem to provide much.At 11:04 the doorbell rang.I opened it.“Beautiful,” he said.I forgot any reasons why I shouldn't be going out with him. “Where are we going?” I asked. “Should I bring my purse?”“You don't need your purse, but you can bring it. We'll lock it in the car.”“What are we going to do?”“Whatever you feel like doing,” he said.“Want to just stay here?” I asked. I was hoping he'd say yes, take me back to my. Without swallowing she kisses me and shares a bit of her drink with me. I moan into her mouth as our tongues enjoy the taste of alcohol and each other. She does this a few more times until the drinks are empty and I am about to blow my nuts in my pants. “I’ve got to take you home now,” I whisper in her ear. “Why wait until home?” she smiles sexily and whispers back to me. I look around and see a lot of couples sitting down around us either chatting or snogging. As much as I like the idea of.