"I've got it, Aldyth." Call me Al." She watched him glide to his drinks cabinet, approving of the curves of his ass beneath his kimono."Where're you s...tationed then, Rigger?" he asked over his shoulder."Antares." She glanced down at her civvies. "How'd you know I'm an Rigger?"He handed her a glass, clinking it once against his own; he smelled nice. "I could say I didn't think you looked rough and tough enough to be a Marine." His attempt at humour failed with her scowl. "Your boots. Riggers'. If I hesitated too long she would wonder what I was trying to cover up. It brought back memories of the days when her jealousy controlled her. The days when if I spoke to a female she would make me suffer for weeks. I had hoped those days were over.“Yes, I love watching, especially that coach. She’s lovely I should ask her to go out with me. Maybe she would come home with me one night. I bet she has a lovely pussy.”“Playing the Romeo as usual, I see.” She replied then took me in her arms and. But Andrew Vane-Clatworthy, full of surprises to the very end, had yet more bad news for our heroine!"Not the bag, my dear. A vulgar accessory in any case, an unworthy accoutrement for a fine young woman of your undoubted good taste. I think the rather garish nail varnish can also be removed before you leave. It will be merely you, in all your natural sweet loveliness, that will venture into the cold and dark night to wend a weary and footsore way back to Happy Hampstead!"But - my keys!". The circuit was on the West Side tonight in an old empty lot that had never been made into anything. It spilled into the streets around, all lined with warehouses and small plants that were closed and shut tight for the night. The music was hot, the neon was on, the low riders were showing, and people milled about. There was no American muscle present, no LC, and no blonde cops. The night might be mild after all. ‘Hey Cal!’ some girl called and when he grinned Suki growled. I rolled my eyes,.