" she gasped."Why not. It's just as good a place as any," he said.He flung her dress to the back of a chair, reached for her and clamped wet lips to a... puckering, pink nipple, taking the whole aureola into his mouth and sucking on it, using his teeth to nip at the rapidly hardening flesh. Then, he paid tribute to its mate, as he kneaded her soft, mounding femaleness in his rough hands.Now, he slid his hands behind her, slipping one hand inside her panties to fondle and knead her smooth, round. Then we went to dinner, also long, also glorious in its own, albeit less intimate, way. We each had a couple of glasses of wine, toasting each other repeatedly. On the way out I ordered another bottle for the cottage.And I told her about Spook.Well, most of it. I edited out the part where he was DEFCONTROL; in this version I'd happened across him surfing the 'Net. But the rest of it was as it had gone, beginning with the misidentified hack.As I'd known it would be, it was hard for her to. Paris knew how tolead, and Nana had taught me how to follow, and I happily spun under herupraised hand and let her steer me around the floor.My bliss ended when a hand tapped Paris' shoulder to cut in. It was myHead Girl, Miss Susan Slipstrap. "May I?" Paris had no choice but tosurrender me and gracefully withdrew.Miss Susan knew how to lead and waltzed almost as well as Paris, thoughher style was more athletic than graceful. "Well, Lisa, you're quite thepretty one, aren't you?" If you say so,. ” She paused and then asked. “How’s Marlene doing after the encounter?”“She probably has a lot of broken bones, but she was still breathing when I left and I don’t think I did anything that would kill her. I’ll show you the footage when I see you.”“Why am I not surprised you got it on video?” she said with a laugh.“Because it’s me. I also got some great footage of the arrests they made related to the party at Marlene’s in September,” I told her. “You can see that later too, if you want.”“If you.