Shaun climbed out of the back as Titch and Sargent Blake extracted themselves from the front.“Let me do the talking,” he warned the two as he open...ed the door.The shop was cluttered with phony Egyptian artefacts, German and Italian medals, uniform parts and webbing plus helmets and Afrika Korps caps. Junk that the Bedouin had found at the various battles and skirmishes that had taken place which somehow had all arrived here.Shaun knew that Ali did a thriving business with the officers and men. But I can’t concentrate on what I'm reading. Thoughts of Daddy were running through my mind. I sigh and put down my book. I find you sitting on the couch, and I smile. I walk up and stand in front of you with my hands on my hips. You look me up and down...“You're such a naughty little girl, aren’t you?” you say in a stern voice.“Only for you Daddy!” I reply in cheerfully innocent voice.I take a step towards you and you grab me by the hips and force me to my knees. You start to unbuckle your. "Single malt ice-water on the side," I said as he sat down beside me, ordering a beer."So, is it done?" he askedI looked at him he was a large guy, not as big as me, but maybe two hundred and 6'. Not in as good a shape as me, about 48 - 50 years old. I figured he was ex-military, as he carried himself like that. I handed him a mailer envelope stuffed with what he had paid for and for what I had orchestrated. I sipped the scotch as he peeked into the folder, flipping through the pictures,. Her instinct/suspicion is that my prolonged glance was no accident; that this "stranger" sitting at the bar was just checking her glorious ass out. Your wife's suspicions were further confirmed when she observed the rubenesque physique of the woman sitting next to him at the bar, likely his own wife and clearly his preference in women was just that.I immediately realize my fault, and snap myself around to face my wife as she nudges me, telling me she is ready to hit the beach and says she'll.