" Your place or mine?" he asked me softly as he caressed my cheek withanother kiss. I thought of the box in the living room at home and knewwhat my an...swer would be. No, had to be. It just never had been my styleto go home with someone I didn't really know."Let me talk to Gloria a minute before we go to your place," I said, as Ipulled away from him on the dance floor. It was almost midnight and I wasready to leave the club. I just wanted to let Gloria know where I wasgoing. "Excuse me John; I. “I don’t thinkthat’s what you’re gonna be remembered for hereanyw…”The P.A. boomed: “ROLL CAMERAS!”The man pushed the paycheck and deposit slip across thecounter toward Missy. She picked them up, looked atthem, then began to peck at the keyboard of the IBMbank terminal, trying to make it look at least somewhatlike the way the teller did it at the bank she went to.She tried not to notice or be pressured by the presenceof the cameraman, who was. She moaned. I started to suck on her nipple and then gently nip it. That was the signal for the growl. I changed sides. After a quick groan of frustration as I transferred my attentions the growl continued. Keeping both hands on her breasts I slid southwards kissing gently as I went. When I stuck my tongue in her tummy button there was a small squeak of ticklish laughter and then the growl resumed.I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her thong and pulled it down over her hips and slid it. He hoped so. It was a good feeling, and the trouble they'd gone to, to care for him all those years needed to be repaid somehow.He drove to the architect's office and told him about the winery. He watched in silent amazement as the man manipulated the computer to produce satellite images of the property. There was a large printer in the office and, when the man was done, they had a bird's eye view of the whole operation. It looked huge on the three foot by five foot print."This image is three.