"Hey there," I said when The Brit answer the phone at the pub."Why the hell aren't you out breaking hearts?" he asked."I'm leaving that to Osborn. She... is so much better at it than me," I said. "Have you seen that girl after her two years in the department. She has a great figure and a pretty good sense of style." That wasn't her time on the department. That was her time hanging out with you," The Brit informed me."I hope not. She has the morals of a dog in heat," I said."Need I remind you of. Because I could make it worth your while. The twins seemed doubtful. That is until, I informed them that I could give them the only thing they could not get on their own. Freedom. Can you really set us loose? asked the introvert, once again forgetting his place. I chuckled. I think I can figure out how to open a gate, I said, nodding to the nearby gate that kept the two studly animals trapped within the clearing. I could tell the twins were seriously considering my offer. All they needed was. "I was just poking around on your computer. I saw this pic folder and opened it and-" Brittany you shouldn't be looking at those," I insisted impotently, in the best tradition of Whatever you do, don't think about a white elephant! On the screen in front of me—in front of both of us—was a frontal view of a tall, slender man with shaved body seen from the shoulders down. The body was naked aside from panties and thigh-highs. The bikini panties were French-cut style with scalloped-lace waistband.. Twice he seemed to start to speak, and twice he thought better of it. Finally he looked into her face."Aye," he said. "As I tol' ye, they said t'me strrongly tha' I shoul' nivverr, nivverr talk t'ye aboo' this. 'Twas verra convincin' as they said i'. Bu' ye ha'e shown me alrready tha' perrhaps no' all they tol' me was entirrely accurra'e. So I will tell ye th' rres', an' hearr wha' ye may say in coun'err."Bu' firrs', forr this, I woul' like a wee drram t'gae wi' me storry, an' I preferr no'.