He stared down into my eyes, as I stared up into his. I felt certain that at any moment I would feel his lips upon mine.The moment seemed to last a li...fetime.Then he pulled abruptly away from me when he heard a sound behind him. When he turned he gasped and fell to his knees in a prone position crying out "Master!" to a pompous rotund figure silhouetted in the door.I hated that fat and greasy swine for causing my proud creator to fall to his knees, and for stopping the brush of lips that I had. She did get quite a few wolf whistles & cat calls doing this too. However just before we got to Sahara we got hit by a red light from a police car. George pulled over as Angel climbed off the stool into the limo. When the cop walked up Billy got out & told him that Angels flashing herself was at his request & that he accepted any blame for it. The cop then said "Well, since it is you Mr. Bob I'll excuse it this time BUT I really want a better look at that gal with that thing in her. How about. I remembered he now had a cell phone, and I looked up the number in my address book and called him. ‘Hi Tommy, it’s Dad.’ ‘Hi Dad, where are you?’ He seemed pleased to hear from me. ‘I’m at the Riverbend Inn, on Stateline, room 241. I just wanted you to know I’ve left your mother. I’m sorry to have to tell you like this, but I couldn’t take it any more.’ ‘I know, Dad, I heard some of your argument this morning. I can’t blame you. I don’t know what’s wrong with her, but she’s not very nice to be. ‘I like the sound of that,’ I whispered. Looking straight ahead she put my hand under the sweater in her lap, on her blue jeans. The heat rising from her crotch seemed to scald my hand. My glasses fogged. To hell with Meryl Streep and Africa, I thought, and whispered, ‘I like the feel of that.’ ‘Just you wait.’ Cocooned by the layers of clothing, we had total privacy. Even if we made a little noise, so what? My fingers drummed lightly on her jeans and I heard her shallow breathing, little gulps.