The line had been ten deep and was now down to just one more. She was Gidjrath and was chewing a wad of gum as if her lower jaw was semi-detached from... her skull. At one time Qi had cultivated a reservoir of patience but that time had long since dissipated. He was jumpy and itchy and anxious and barely able to stand still. At least he was not sweating and batting at biting insects like the old days. He hated waiting.Then Chemung passed by with his permanent scowl on his face. Qi automatically. “What?” she asked inquisitively. “You heard me. Tell her now or I walk out.” It wasn’t a bluff. I would walk out. I had gotten under her skin enough that she needed more. I could sense the reluctance in her body language and facial expressions.“Amber. Hold all my calls. I do not want to be disturbed under any circumstances. Do I make myself clear?” Gina spoke through her intercom.“Yes, Miss Gina,” Amber replied backGina leaned over to disconnect the call and I stepped over towards her. When. "Touched by his gesture she kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks, I'll be back soon."The four men watched her cute arse as she walked away from the bar and left man nudged Marcus."Is she your girl?" he asked. "What?" Marcus said in genuine surprise, "No, I only just met her." I'd love to have a girlfriend like that," he said "That would be perfect." Yeah," said middle man, "No fucking complications about sex."Marcus contemplated the possibilities of having a swinging girlfriend and it appealed to. The 'Bare-Stud-Cats, ' it was rumored in wondering whispers, were about twenty of the most rebellious of the Wingering Experimental School for Boys, with perhaps a dozen of the more daring of the otherwise straightlaced St. Joan's older girls as a kind of unladies' auxiliary. Disclosure of what went on at their highly unauthorized random-selected and timed 'come-togethers' was peculiarly and painfully punished, it was said. Whatever the reason, none but the members knew how and where they spent.