A light went on in her window. The curtains shifted and I saw her looking down in my direction. On the phone came her hiss, “Go away!” “I won’...t.” “Are you drunk? Are you stoned? Go away, Justin! My dad will kill me!” “You get down here or I’ll pound on this horn ‘til everybody in your fucking neighborhood is awake, Ina,” I said calmly, no slur despite the whiskey. I was proud of myself. “If you don’t leave, I’ll kill you myself,” she muttered. I gave a light tap on my horn. Not loud enough to. As I entered the dimmly lit bedroom, she was already kneeling on the bed in her bra and thong, looking intimidating and seductive, but broke the silence with a "Come over here please, Stan". Before I got to the bed she met me at the edge with her legs around me whispering, "Can I undress you?" I gave a little smirl and nodded my head. She slowly slid my shirt up and off, kissing by abs, chest, and rather large tattoo on my left side. She then gave a tug at my belt buckle drawing me closer,. The message asked me why I had left. I texted back something along the lines of "I cannot suck your dick. I appreciate you showing me it. I imagined Nicole sucking it on the beach that day and it was a very hot image. But I am in a relationship with Nicole, and sucking your dick would be cheating, which is wrong." I eagerly awaited a response from Dave, hoping maybe he would be cool with it and might be willing to send some more dick pics but I got nothing back from him.The next time I saw. Quince, however, had never trusted his people, who had replaced nearly a dozen policemen. He felt far safer in his home.Quince had moved to his house outside the city for the final deal, bringing only his two most trusted guards and Simonds with him. Simonds would have preferred greater protection, but the deals had gone off surprisingly quickly and quietly."To be honest, Mr Quince," he said, "That went a lot better than I expected." They had everything to lose if they tried something." Quince.