”Ed corrected him. “It’s true. She came in fourth in the International Private Chefs culinary competition that was held in New York this year.�...�Matt said, “Now you’re lying to me.”“Believe as you wish. I’m sure if you talk to Jim, he’ll tell you that Marguerite is a great chef,” replied Ed.Deciding to prove his point, Matt pulled out a cell phone and dialed his restaurant in Phoenix. After a minute, he was talking to Jim. As the conversation progressed, Matt paled and looked over at Ed. Ed. I knew her sister, so we all greeted and sat down to dinner. It was already 11:15 by the time we left.It was really cold outside. As I wore a sweatshirt, I didn’t carry my riding jacket. We got on the bike to leave. Since it was very cold, she hugged me from behind, and I started going.Almost 45 minutes passed. We were 10 more km away, and she said she had to pee bad. I said we’ll go to our place in another 20 minutes. She told me that she could not control the urge and asked me to stop.I said. I led her back into the sun-room, by now my shuffle had reached motown, and we sat on the wall-bench. I greedily drank my three fingers, with ice, and half of hers, as she leaned forward and I lit the bong for her. Her method was traditional, yet experienced. She waved me off the flame far deeper into the hit than I could've, cleared all three feet of it, leaned back and held it. I drank the rest of her scotch and headed out of the room to refill them. I could hear her coughing all the way in. Nervously, the man had gone for his gun, only to have Emerson grab his wrist in a vise-like grip. Emerson then slapped the man repeatedly across the face until he went down. Emerson stood over him holding his gun. ‘Tell Hogan I’ll tear his heart out if he ever bothers these girls again. In fact, I’ll tear it out if I ever even see him again. Actions like that will not be tolerated in Morgantown. If he wants to live, he’d better find someplace far from here. As for you, tinhorn, I’ll be.