"Why do you love that guy?" I don't," Dana said. "I just like him a lot. Come on. Please?" Yeah, yeah," I frowned, getting out of bed and my dick was ...hard as a rock cause I had to pee. "Stupid dick." Does that hurt?" Dana giggled, momentarily forgetting all about Ronnie and his big trouble as she saw about eight inches of hard cock sticking out the leg band of my panties."Get outta here!" I frowned at her."God!" Dana rolled her eyes, but at least she left.I threw on some jeans, socks and. I reached in and pulled the stickpin out of his tie and I was looking at it. He got all huffy, demanded I give it back. It was a gift from his wife; she had it made for him; some expensive jeweler in Mexico, and so forth. I just looked at him and said something like, "Yeah, I'll give it back, when I'm ready." He stomped on the gas, twisted the steering wheel and man, if I hadn't jumped back, the rear end of his big black car would have knocked me down." Well, did you give it back?"As if he did. I managed to snag the attention of Battle’s waitress, “Bring us the cheese plate too. Please.”Of course the repast was on me; the subject hadn’t come up. And that was fine — I was seeking info. Plus, I doubt that Battle paid for very many meals.We waited until the food was served. He turned to me, “Guns.”“Yes. Specifically guns that the anti-government groups have. Or want to have.”“Anyone can buy anything these days.”“Yes, but have you heard of...” I outlined my working theory. Barely. “What” she said with a perplexed look on her face. I then pointed out the mass of bright red laser dots on her crotch. “Oh, yes, that, well it pays to advertise” she said. She then invited me to sit down.We sat and chatted and made small talk for a bit and then she told me that she was meeting her boyfriend at the bar and he would be there any minute. I said that perhaps I should return to the bar then so she didn’t get in trouble. “Oh, not to worry my sweet, he will love it that I’m chatting.