"No reason to bemad. Ye'r about to get rich. He climbed down to the natural pavementand went to the rear-end boot. It looked to be strongly reinfor...cedfor carrying heavy gold shipments. The company man inserted the keyand turned it, unlatching the boot's protective plates. Once theywere pushed aside, all could see the coveted strongbox."Now step away," the lead badman ordered. When the guard gave back,two of the robbers, the pair who had so far not said a word, went totake the loot. The. Now I want to punch the plasterboard, but it would only please her even more. She sashays into the hallway, brazenly throwing on every light she passes, whistling to herself. I can only stand and watch in total amazement of her audacity. Her hips and ass swish and sway with the tuneless melody that fills the house. ‘You have to admire her spirit, at least. She really does not give a fuck.’ I walk after her into the kitchen. She’s opening drawers and casually glancing through them – just as I. Iris knew only too well how much difference a good sound system made. That was the essence of dance music in a live setting. When she was younger and clubbing was something she took for granted she'd not given it much thought. You expected the gut-shaking, floor-trembling, but still so crystal-clear sounds of a nightclub to do better service to the tracks you'd downloaded off the internet than your stereo system at home. Whatever the manufacturers of sound cards and speakers claimed, nothing. He was doing what she asked. Even more importantly, he wasn’t going to leave her desires waiting. She needed this, relief, simple enjoyable pleasure, no machines, no electronics. His hand was magic, the ministrations a kind of art. He was perceptive of her every response and anticipated her slightest reaction like he had sexual ESP. Where had he learned this? Legs spread in the stocks, she felt transparent as well as lewdly exposed before him. Desperate for climax, any pretense of remaining.