“Who?”“Whom,” I said by way of correction. “I’m here to meet Lucie Hanberg.”The tension rose more. The big man threw down his towel, sto...mped off to the left, coming out from behind the bar, and walked right up to tower over me.I wasn’t there to make trouble, so I stood where I was and looked up at the big man’s face.He glared down at me with dark eyes. His skin was leathery and he had at least two day’s growth to his beard. A small scar cut through his left eyebrow but didn’t go any further.. I don't mind listening, but you already know what I think. Don't you, Penelope? Don't you?" I rose up and approached her. Still grinning. She smiled up at me. I took her outstretched hands and she stood up. My arms drew her in and we kissed. The way we always kissed. The way she needed it. This was why she was here. I released her. "Strip." "Yes, Sir." She bowed her head and began shedding her clothes. I did the same. I wanted her right here on the living room floor. When she was naked she got. Clay’s hand moved further down, along her waist to the curve of her hip where he encountered the jeans she still had on. At first he was frustrated by the obstacle, but then realized it meant more discoveries lay before him. He dragged a finger along her waistline, then unbuttoned her jeans and waited a moment to see what she’d do. ‘It’s okay.’ Her voice was a breathless whisper with a hint of teasing. ‘I should get out of these wet things, right?’ ‘You are going to drive me crazy,’ he told her. The stage was set for this unexpected debacle years prior when the Ambitions of General Howe in New York City precluded his crucial support for General Gentleman Johnny Burgoyne in his spearhead attack down from Lake Champlain and into the Hudson River Valley Basin. The lure of taking the city of Philadelphia seemed the best option to General Howe at that juncture and he was reluctant to release General Clinton to reinforce the dangerously exposed General Burgoyne just north of Albany, New.