Seeing the attention they had, Debbie said, "Let's go in the conference room where we can talk." Wise idea, my friend," he answered. There were things... that he had to tell her that were best kept private between them.The immediate excitement about the mysterious visit of Rabbi Teitelbaum had died down and Debbie was able to return to her work. The curiosity of her coworkers was almost a physical thing. People who had never talked to her approached her and tried to strike up conversations. Others. The letters helped me a little, my writers block started to dissipate, Ifelt as though I was in love for the first time ever. The mental imageof that goddess emerging from the bathroom was mesmerizing.It felt like a long two months, but at last Andrew was coming to NewYork. I drove to the airport and waited. The paparazzi were usuallywaiting for any hapless minor celebrities to make an appearance, but inmy smitten state I didn't really care what happened. I arrived with abouquet and waited for. .no movement, good. i ran my hand down over hispants where his dick was, i couldnt feel anything cause of those big saggypants he was wearing. i reached back up to his belt and undid it and thenunbuttoned his pants and slowly, so very slowly slid the zipper down allthe way. i moved my hand back to his crotch and slowly lowered my handuntil i made conatct. i moved around some until i found his dick, it wasnthard yet but it soon would be if i had anything to do with it. i rubbedhis boxers up and. Pierre asked me to bring themotel note pad and pen over which I did. Neil wrote ," Fuck you," onthe pad. Pierre laughed and said, "How amusing, Bobbie give it a try,if it doesn't work I'll cut his testicle off "Took a deep drag andexhaled forcefully and said, "it needs to be a combination of lettersand numbers."Pierre looked at Neil and held the knife on his right nut and said,"You want to try again."Surprisingly Neil shook his head NO. He was clearly calling Pierre'sbluff figuring he wouldn't.