Because my actual motive isn't a subliminal sort of seduction. It's because of the way your skin thrills my fingertips. The touching of you. The way m...y love for you is physically translated into electricity--the shock as I make contact, then the flow of current up and down my fingers. With you I am like a person touching high voltage wires: I cannot be loosed without a broomstick.My fingers decidedly linger.They want to slip up under your suit and grapple your ass. Your ass that dissatisfies. "It's one of the oldest restaurants in Albuquerque. But first, if my intrepid security chief can arrange suitable transportation for twenty-two, we're going to ride one of the longest tram rides in the world. So, go get yourselves ready. We leave when our ride gets here!"Penny arranged to rent two fifteen-passenger vans from a rental agency and off we went. The Sandia Mountains are located east of Albuquerque, and visible from the downtown area where the rail yard was located. While Albuquerque. If you can spring for a plane ticket, Dad says I can visit you for a week. Waddaya think?"Silence. Unexpected silence. Finally, he said, "I'd like nothing more than to have you with me for a week, Katy, but I'll need to spend a lot of time with Sara. She needs me. She's become a little dependent on me. I wouldn't be able to entertain you, or..." Give me a break, Jason. I'm not dense. I know you're serious about helping your sister, and the last thing I'd want would be to hinder your efforts. I. Angel was grateful to be dancing for me and even though I was working it was hard for me not to notice the freshness and beauty rubbing herself all over me. Tactically I made a mistake by actually letting her dance for me because as she was grinding on my lap she put her hands on my chest to balance herself and bumped the gun in my shoulder holster. If she would report me I might have some explaining to do. But then again a mite is a bug on a chickens ass. Angel asked if I was a cop. I gave her.