” I stated.“Who said it had to be something sexual. It could be anything like ... go get everyone a beer while you’re naked or the loser might h...ve to clean up after the game ... naked.”I still wasn’t convinced and I was just a nat’s hair from getting up and going home, then I remembere ... I was home.Bob looked around the table. “So is everyone in.”He looked at me. I shrugged and then nodded and reluctantly said yes as did everyone else though they seemed much less averse to playing than I. I. I could tell he was staring at my cleavage. He said,"well, im just not sure i can move on this." "I really would appreciate your business...", i replied. He got up and walked around the desk his hand outstretched and i knew the meeting was over. As he walked around his desk, i saw the long outline of his cock in his pants. He saw me looking and said he was sorry. With out thinking i said "no problem at all." He didnt know what to do and i just sat there not sure either. Finally he smiles and. ’ Moe smirked. ‘Just enough proof to share with the cops at our next little sit down.’ Metzger was as fast as most little wiry guys. His fist was in and out before Moe could blink. The pain that had been slowly ebbing suddenly seared through Moe like a lit fuse. It might have been all over in one punch except for two things: first, instinct made Moe throw out his fist, and second, luck had him landing it square on Metzger’s chin. Metzger stumbled back, lost his feet, and landed on his ass. Moe. She followed her friend into the restaurant, ordered and paid. There were a lot of other kids at the counter, and she was sure it was going to be a few minutes before they got their order. "Harriet, I need to phone home. Would you wait here for a second?" Sure, no problem."Kennedy made her way to the phones, and lucked out, only having to wait a few seconds. Mr. Glastonbury didn't sound surprised at all to hear from her."Everything going well, Miss Kennedy?" That FBI guy. I'm pretty sure I saw.