How about if you all screw me and let me go?’ The generous offer met only silence. ‘Show her your bottom, Terry,’ Dave suggested. Pleased to pro...ve her virtuosity Terry placed her favorite curves on prominent display. Mabel’s eyes fixed in fascination on the purple stripe. ‘Whodunit?’ she demanded virtuously. ‘It wasn’t Agatha Christie, duckie,’ Dave assured her. ‘Well, are you going to do it?’ Mabel demanded. ‘I ain’t like her. You don’t have to whip my arse.’ ‘Mark’s a gentleman, he is,’ Dave. "Compliments of an admirer," the young waitress smiled at her. "One of the men at the bar." Tall, blond, in the fourth seat?" You don't miss much, do you?" the girl laughed. "Yes."The brunette smiled and nodded toward the bar as she lifted her drink in a silent toast. He had a nice smile, a very nice smile. More important, he didn't seemed to be threatened by her size.She waited patiently for him to approach her table. Surely the tall bastard wanted to do more than buy her a drink and sit over. I could even see the slit between the plump labia between her thighs. She went into the Nordstrom's and I caught up with her just by the perfume counters. "Excuse me, miss, um, I want to let you know that every time you bend down or look in your bag, well, you're exposing yourself to the group of guys who seem to be following you." There I did my good deed for the day, I thought. She laughed and whispered, "Well, that's the whole idea, I'm afraid." "So you're doing it deliberately?" "Oh, it. ‘I’ll probably sleep through to lunchtime. You didn’t pick up that awful thing he said about the size of me did you?’ ‘No Hannah. What did he say?’ ‘Thanks for lying to me darling.’ * * * Annie’s quarters were the second bedroom suite, quite hotelish in design with entry into a lounge that extended to a breakfast area containing a bar and kitchenette. Entry to the bedroom was via a dressing room and then into a bathroom with a door leading off to the left to a big bedroom that received great.