Cars and tight asses. Iboasted I could retune any engine, and make it purr like a baby.All the while we talked, I was studyin Herrington. I figured he... was aboutten years older than me, (fifteen I later learned). He kept himself inshape, probably worked out. And I loved how his speedo clung to hisbuttocks and package. I guess he was lookin at me too. After he exhaustedthe car talk, he remarked that my khakis looked uncomfortable in thewater. Why didn't I slip them off. I stammered that I wasn't. It was the most intense he had ever seen a woman express herself when she climaxed. Chuckling to himself he wondered if her pillows had bite marks on them.The following morning Lisa walked into his office and handed him a completed loan application. He perused the application and noted it was for her to purchase the building and realty business. The amount of the loan requested was less than what Doug thought would be required.Lisa told Doug she met with Nancy at lunch and explained the offer. Blackmail. Jeff should have expected that. But he wasn't about to let Jesse get away with it."I'm sure they would," he replied, trying to keep his voice casual instead of giving away his anger. "I'd be one of them, if I didn't have copies already." You what?" asked Jesse, even more shocked than before.Now for the coup de grace. "I made sure to save them all when Allison showed me the website," he said.Jesse's mouth hung open."Of course, these photos really don't do her justice," Jeff continued,. She wore a coal-black cloche hat. A red scarf half-strangled her. Some sort of grey cardigan and tight, ripped jeans. She was weighing a book in each hand when she smiled at him.That was enough to make Tom circle towards where she stood at the bookshelves as if he’d always meant to browse. He half-heartedly touched the spines of several books.She turned to him though he was still a few feet away. “Do you know,” she said, as if she’d known him for years, “we might be the only ones who read in.