Unlike the airport, our offices are very calm and quiet.”After a few moments of quietly eating, Tommy asked, “Where is your office?”“We’re i...n an older office building off West Mockingbird Lane. It’s a space Bill selected before we met. The building itself has some age on it, but our offices are quite nice. I’m hoping you can come by to see it someday soon.”“I’d love to. If I come down to see it, will you take me to lunch and treat me like a client?”“It would be more likely I’d have you for. I gagged Chris with some duct tape and turned to Sally.I thought of the Olsen twins on the other side of those mirrors and decided that a bit of a show was in order.I turned to Sally, “Your choice bitch, clamps or whip?” “What?” she said.“You have a choice, nipple clamps or the whip if you don’t choose I’ll use both”“You can’t be serious!, do you know who I am! I’ll have your hide for this!”“O.K, both it is!”I walked over to her and with one tug tore open her white blouse, she screamed and. Even more relaxed than his dress,though, was his attitude, sprawled full length on the couch, his baton stillin his hand and idly twirling it between his fingers. "Put your instrument case down in the corner and then come over here," hetold her, using lazy gestures of the baton to direct her, first to her rightwhere she set down the violin case, and then to a spot beside the couch whichshe stepped forward to take up. "So, First Violin? Yes?" he said, his eyes slowly moving up her body tomeet. He’d been sitting one night with me after supper, helping to work on a saddle for Agar and out of curiosity I’d struck up a conversation with him, speaking to him in his own language. I’d done so in order to become proficient in the Horse People’s dialect. I spoke the common language as well as I spoke English, but I’d let the Horse People dialect and the Plains People dialect slide over the first part of the winter, using both of them sparingly. Being aware of this, I wanted practice in the.