Narrowing his eyes, Reno leaned into Rude, their noses nearly touching. ‘How come I never got a memo? No shitting me, Rude. What’s going on down ...there?’ ‘You’re asking me why you never got a memo. You? The king of missed messages…’ Rude gave a nervous laugh: it was false and Reno knew it. He smiled, but it took on a rather dangerous hue. ‘Rude….’ he warned. Rude cleared his throat and straightened back up. ‘Sorry, man… You’re just going to have to stay out of there.’ ‘Just tell me they’re. Hein was to stand by and watch as the man and woman used their toys and techniques to create another orgasm. Hein would record the time, then Hein would attempt to induce an orgasm through indirect stimulation. The times would be compared. He insisted this would determine if his theory was correct.The woman shook her head, again. “Silly man. You are my helper in this. This is my realm, not yours. But, we will humor you. And, in the process, she will have more orgasms.”Hein didn’t know what they. He was a big man, tanned, and athletic looking. He seemed self-assured and very competent. He seemed to really know his business."I'd like to place this on my Visa," I told him when asked about payment."We take credit cards, of course, Mr. Kite. The thing you need to consider is whether your wife will see the charge and know you have hired a service to investigate her. Does she have access to the statement for this card?" he queried."Technically, she does, but Monica never pays the bills and. We saw each other on the sly for a while disappearing together whenever we could I found myself liking Carly more and more then one night she called me and told me her mother had gone away for the weekend and would I like to come over I said I would and got dressed I told my mom I was staying over Spike's house for the weekend so she wouldn't worry then I got on over to Carly's she let me in and we went into the family room and made ourselves comfortable on the sofa Carly slid over and we.