Yeah, that’s it. And . . . there.” I heard the whoosh of my photo flying off to Tyrone. I definitely was porn, now. I really hoped Tyrone would ap...prove. I wondered whether he’d pass on the picture to anyone else.Mike kept talking. “I like the glasses. For contrast, right? You think she’s stuck-up and frigid, but actually . . . No, a cow. I tried the dog thing, but she came up with the cow thing herself, and I liked it a lot better. She’s really scrawny for a cow, but she moos really pretty. I. Although entirely unnecessary she put her leg back up on the stool and made an elaborate show of further checking the perfect arrangement of the fine denier garment, entirely for his benefit.She decided to put on her shoes next rather than the little cocktail dress she had chosen. With the high heels her shapely legs became even more shapely and impossibly long. She wiggled and swayed provocatively as she made her way to the wardrobe. Simon swung his feet off the bed and stood close behind her.. “but I am not sure you want me too.”Kim opened her driver’s side door and got out. She peered back into her car at me.“You drive.”After exchanging seat, and re-fastening out seat belts, I asked Kim if she was ready.“Go or it,” she replied.I placed the car in reverse and floored the gas pedal.“Oh Shit!” Kim exclaimed as she grabbed the sides of her seat, her knuckles turning white. I stomped on the break and turned the steering wheel, forcing the front end of the Mustang to spin around 180. So why would the Feds be interested in you Mr Ogilvy?"'Here comes the crunch' David realised. 'Truth or dare'."Its like this Mr Costello, I'm aware that the President of the United States is one corrupt son of a bitch, and he knows that I know. So he wants to get rid of me."Costello raised his hand. "Enough for now." turning to the men surrounding David, he said, "Guys, get yourself something to drink and go watch the girls." Lowering his voice, he spoke to his companions, "Eddie. Ponzo, go get.