“Welcome to Spooner’s!”Emma walked up to the counter as Amelia stood up.“Hi,” Emma began, “I’m Emma. I don’t know if you rememb-”Ame...lia cut her off with a hearty laugh.“Oh, I remember you! I hope you don’t think that stripping my customers and shoving butt-plugs in them in the middle of my store is an every day occurrence.”Emma chuckled awkwardly.“So what can I help you with?” Amelia asked, tenting her fingers on the counter in front of her.Emma took a deep breath and let it out. She was very. .. I was touching myself." Touching yourself while thinking about another woman," Susan says coldly. "Don't even try to deny it -- I can always tell." Yes, mistress," Paula replies softly."And what were you thinking about her? While you were fingering your cunt? What, slut?" I was thinking about fucking her."Slowly, slowly I creep toward Susan's bedroom, unable to restrain my curiosity. As I approach the door I notice that it's slightly ajar, and when I peek through I am stunned into. .”One of the men brought up a shotgun over the rear of a vehicle. I hit the breaks and let the motor cycles slid as I rolled off, “AMBUSH!”I came to my feet as I pulled my Murphy and the men fired. I was walking towards the left and passed the sergeant as he slide to a stop. Shotgun rounds struck my motor cycle as I fired into a man aiming at me. I shifted as I took another step and shot the one aiming at the sergeant. More men were firing and I heard rounds crack as they passed me.Both men I. ”He paused and then added, “You women are always beautiful, but I think you’ll probably want to be wearing something very nice when you deplane. Incidentally, we really lucked out. Conditions in Los Angeles are CAVU, which occurs once almost every year. The temperature is pushing 80 degrees. Quite a change from the cold and gloom of the British Isles — with all due respect, Marshal, of course.”“What’s CAVU, honey?” Marion asked softly.“It’s an acronym, as I’m sure you guessed,” Don replied..