How are you?”She looked surprised and not as happy to see me as Ithought she might. I know now that she was feelingconflicted emotions. She felt... guilty, surprised, scaredsomeone might see us, and possibly a little excited. We talked for a bit, and she told me about her kids andher life in general. I asked her if she ever thoughtabout me, and she said she did.“We really had some fun, didn’t we?” I asked.She nodded.“I’ve thought of you often,” I said.. I've got you cold, Samuels."The fear was a living entity on the wizened civil servant's face now, and he looked wildly about him, as if seeking an avenue of escape. His tongue came out like an ugly pink snake to moisten his lips again and again. "What... what do you want?" he managed to quaver."I told you," Ralph Taylor said, once again letting his voice go casual. "I want to take you to lunch." Who are you, mister? You're not--" From the authorities, state or federal? No, I'm just a private. He was drop-dead handsome and was so large, that even Astrid seemed dwarfed by his massive frame.After almost a half hour, we were all drenched in sweat. The tempo of the music seemed to go faster and faster, the beats more and more intense. Kiki had started to really grind against me, her rubber outfit against my smooth skin. She reached around and cupped my ass, pulling me harder against her.With one hand around my neck and the other playing with my ass, she pulled me over a bit and started. The Leinwandhaus, or linen drapers' hall, was one of the old city's many tourist attractions and while there weren't so many foreigners on holiday as the summer months would bring, there were several busses parked nearby. Hundreds of school children on a field trip were filling the nearby square. Some of them obediently filing behind their teachers, but many more were left to explore the many shops and souvenir and sweets laden kiosks. The day was pleasant and bright, though with a chilly.