Lori came up with tickets to the opera and I just flat refused to go with her. I did like classical music, but I could not stand opera or ballet. When... I said no Lori just shrugged and said that she would get someone from work to go with her.The afternoon of the performance I decided that I could at least 'soften the blow' so to speak. When I got off work I stopped and got a dozen roses and drove over to where Lori worked. I planned on taking her to dinner before the performance. I was parked in. "It's our pleasure, and please call me Randy, Ma'am," Hit Man said. The two gentlemen led me carefully to the sofa and by the time I was seated, Richie was handing me a glass of white wine. "Here you go Ma'am, can I get you anything else. How are you feeling?" he asked. "I am great, just tired and sore, but good. And no thank you, Big Daddy, I don't need anything else," I answered. I took a sip of the wine and as I placed the glass on the table, Jason and Randy each reached for one of my hands. . the German lake barely noticed. The water level dropped about 1 inch.However, Pentwater Lake raised more than four inches. The excess rushed out the channel taking with it the Lake Constance symbiotic parasite that, by 2110 destroyed 99% of the Dreissena polymorpha, the Russian freshwater Zebra Mussel that had so invaded the Great Lakes. Of course, the destruction of the Zebra infestations spelled the end of the polished vibrantly colored and expensive button and bead industry that had put. I had no idea how wet I was though. I didn't even want to put my panties back on. Maybe I should have though... I went back to the booth and sat down. However, the booth was in a corner and to get between the table and the seat, I had to spread my legs pretty far. This must have given him a good glance right at my pussy. When we resumed our conversation, he didn't even comment about seeing my pussy. He just put his hand right down on my inner thigh. I knew what he was going for, but I let him..