Stepping inside, he flattened his hair with his hands to get some of the extra water out and shook his body like a wet dog. He heard gasps and grunts ...from the people seated on benches next to the door, obviously waiting for a table. Matt didn’t care that he splashed some of them. They had nothing to complain about, dry as they were, while he looked like a drowned rat. The hostess inched up to him, a strained smile plastered on her face. Matt snorted thinking his furious demeanor made her. He is still there. He’s watching me, as I bend over to tuck the laundry into the dryer. I can see him watching, and he makes no secret of it. His eyes tell me stories of what he’d like to do with what he sees, and what he doesn’t see. I wish I could live some of those stories. But life is complicated. We both know it, but the fantasies are what keep me wearing a path in the carpeted stair-well. I want him to tell me those stories with his body, not just his eyes. I am married, and I think he. Not with all of the girls I worked with right there and watching.[Hypocrite! Cock tease!]After almost two hours at the lounge Alice said that it was time to give me my surpriseI looked around the club and saw that almost all the patrons were women although a few of them appeared to have men with them. I was frankly amazed at the way those women were behaving as the men took off their outfits as they danced. Some of them had to be restrained when they tried to get up on the stage with the. In revenge for what the scoundrels did to the city of York. Teach the rogues a lesson. Damn their eyes!"As General Ross rode away with a small escort the Admiral spotted Sergeant King, "You, Sergeant, stay by me. I'm going to pay a call on Mr Madison. You may have the pleasure of reducing his house to ashes. You may even take a souvenir! Nothing valuable mind! No! Anything of value must be burned. Come along!" He kicked his horse into a trot and Sergeant King and his four remaining riflemen.