Red curls and green eyes. The silkiest skin I've ever fondled. I'm sure every man feels that way. At least any man she's ever met. Dianna is a fucking... slut-whore. And it makes me hard just thinking about it. At 2:35 I heard the front door open. I heard Dianna's sparkling giggle. There seemed to be a bumping and stumbling commotion. I got out of bed and went down the hallway. I turned the corner into the living room and saw what I expected to see. The front door was still sllightly ajar and the. Her words churned lightly in his mind, but the more they churned, the deeper meaning they seemed to take on.Finally, he said: "Inhibitions? Anyway I want it? What do you mean, Baby? Do either of us have some hang-ups I'm not up with?" There was only one other way of doing it, and that was oral sex!Christ, could she possible mean that? A lusty shiver shot through him at just the thought, any drowsiness he might have known leaving him as if he'd suddenly been doused with ice-water. He slipped his. The car had been chosen by Mrs. Littlewood and it was understood the car and the chauffeur were to be at the service of Mrs. Littlewood any time she needed them."She's an active lady," Mr. Littlewood said. "My wife is an active lady." Yes sir," Finn said. He enjoyed the idea of driving about town in an almost new LaSalle limousine. He did not yet know what else was involved.Finn the chauffeur quickly learned the various routines of his job. He'd have the morning run down to Wall Street with Mr.. But Luke, even if every word you say is true, saying it out loud makes everything even harder that it needs to be. That’s why...”“ ... we have to stop. I get it. So, one more thing about last night and then we can change the subject for good.” He ignored her reflexive wince and continued. “My insufficiencies aside, I really want to thank you for showing...”She leapt to her feet and started pacing around the kitchen, waving her hand at him as if trying to ward off both his words and her anxiety..