She was disarmed by his ease when she felt like her voice might start wavering if given a chance.She spoke anyway. "I've seen the way you look at me."...Giles gave a soft laugh, casting his glance to the floor and reaching for his glasses. "Yes, yes. I'm quite aware," he looked up again after he'd cleaned them on his shirt.She thought he'd have more to say. She almost wanted him to lead the conversation, to take control of the situation. Oh. There was more understanding contained within that. You want some?" (Corey)"Yes, please." Mom gets up from the table and walks a few feet to the kitchen across from the dining area. I now have a view of her ass while she takes a cup out of the cabinet. Jesus. It's full and both cheeks are almost perfectly round. The left side of the underwear has wedged its way into her crack, which she reacts to by slipping her finger under and pulling it back over. I wish she'd sit that big shitter on my face and grind it onto my tongue. At this point, I have. "It was her -- the target. The tall redhead that had everyone in theoffice in a dither had just stood up and moved to a table. Connierecalled the briefing she'd received, but ink on paper did no justiceto the woman. Even the photographs were inadequate to seeing her inaction.She was tall, and graceful as a model. Even though she was dressedcasually, she looked like she'd stepped out of a catalog. Her make-upwas done with restraint. She looked elegant, even with her long,braided hair trailing. A player on my right busted with a jack, drawing to a king and four. I asked for a card. A queen. "Stand," I said, laying my cards down. Twenty might be pretty solid. The dealer flipped over her card -- a five. Eleven. She drew a four...and then another six. Twenty-one. Rotten, rotten luck.Next hand. The dealer had an ace showing. "Insurance?" she asked. I couldn't really spare the chips and shook my head no. But sure enough, she had a natural. More of my chips crossed the table to her side.I.