To her relief, he was silent, although his eyes still glared at her with a mixture of confusion and anger."Mike, this was the only way, " she whispere...d. "Please trust me, ok?" Trust you?!?!" he sputtered. "How can I? The woman I've been married to for all these years has just drugged me and trussed me up like a Thanksgiving turkey and she wants me to trust her?"Despite his blustering anger, Valerie couldn't help but laugh softly as she surveyed his handsome body, laid out before her loving. He understood that. The problem lay in the fact that all of his understanding was irrelevant. Illogically but inescapably, he was scared to death.It was the first time that he had flown in twelve years. The last time had been a long trip back from Lagos, Nigeria. Over the Sahara the aeroplane had hit bad weather, which had continued all the way home. Then, because of some perceived problem which must in the end have turned out to be nothing, there had been a period of over twenty minutes when. After about an hour or so she invited back to her house to have some drinks and see where things go. Of course I said yes without hesitation. Before we got back to her house we stopped at a liquor store and picked up some tequila and margarita mix. I knew it was going to be a fun night for us .As soon as we got to her house we started mixing margaritas and drinking . A lot actually . Then Jessica opened a lil box on her coffee table and we started smoking some pot together. We were having a fun. He was shocked to find it was his high school classmate, Agatha Allbut. She had changed over the summer. While still not primo pussy like he found in the Netherlands, Italy, or South Africa, but not bad at all. She looked pretty damn good. He decided he was glad he had done what he did to the Bimbo Squad. It just might help him get into her pants, without the bullshit of courting that most girls expected. Shit, thinking of the visuals she gave him while he tried to decide how to approach her.