”“Warren ... Well, I guess that calling you Warren makes it a date.”“Certainly. You drink with your dates; you kiss your dates. Mmmm.”“Mmm... ... Warren!”“And your dates kiss you there, as well. Come, drink your brandy.”“Very well ... Oh.”“Karen really improves the taste of brandy. Mmmm.”... “Oh! That’s cold!”“Only for a moment. Mmm. See? You improve the taste of brandy here, too. Now, the other one. Mmmmm. Oh, Karen, They’re so responsive. You are so responsive.”“But...”“Are they warm now? Here. "I was really confused by what she meant by that, but I lay on the bench, anyway. Before I could react, she reached under her skirt, pulled her panties down, swung a leg over my head, and sat on my face. Holy shit!She lifted up slightly and said, "Open your mouth for me, Tim!"I couldn't believe a girl I basically just met wanted me to eat her in a public restroom while she sat on my face. Then shit again! I felt a stream of hot salty liquid shoot out of her twat into my mouth. What the fuck?. It had been about six hours since we had met, and there wasn’t the slightest hint of the purpose of our meeting. I had learnt that Paul worked for Coke in New York, was 37, had a gorgeous wife, and two daughters who were 15 and 16. I got up from the sofa, sat close to him, and kissed him. With my heart. My hands were up, in his hair and around the back of his neck and his were around my arms and over my chest, feeling it's hardness. Our bodies pressed against each other, writhing slightly. Get a number if she’s not in her office.”Elyse verified that Katya was in their offices in Cincinnati, and hung up.“What’s going on, Tiger?” Jessica asked from the back seat.“I’m having her do some research for me relating to the case with Mikela, in case Mikela doesn’t sign the agreement. As I told you and Kara the other night, I can’t really share private details, but it’s way more complicated than it might appear.”“Because of Kaitlin?”“Partly, yes, but please don’t push. I really can’t.