.that's delicious! Very alcoholic, but sweet and delicious! Idon't complain at all about that special treatment!"Michelle sat back, taking a few more ...sips. Her nervousness seemed tohave vanished totally by now. The next hour they spent talking abouttheir personal backgrounds of feeling the need to slip into the othersex from time to time. Susan, being around 20 years older thanMichelle, had lots of experience and lived most times "dressed up",even if very retreated from the public. Her work as. Of course, he never told his two wives what he was considering doing; and it wasn't that he did not care for, or even love, them, because he did, in his own way...but, to pass up the likely once-in-a-lifetime chance to have the sort of sex that Tomas was asking him to have with Mara...though he knew, on one level, that it was wrong to do so, and that it was even a 'sin', but after he'd been shown Mara's picture(s), he was hooked; and he knew that, wrong or not, he very definitely wanted to do. “Right now, I’m glad I don’t have your powers. This brought up something raw inside me, something I didn’t even know was there.”She opened her eyes again. “I think if I had your powers, right now, the way I feel, I’d go hunt every single one of those motherfuckers that survived and burn them like they did my family.”She let the bar loose, so that it fell to the floor, thudding on the cement, then waved her hand at the pile of Nazi gold and the gems. “This ... this is a drop in the bucket, for. He works for me exclusively now and he isn't licensed. I pay him cash, pay him very well and I don't report his wages. Hell, I don't report anybody's wages. He has no idea what I do with the information that he gives me and he never asks. He's happy and so am I.Several days later Carl asked me to meet him at the little restaurant that he liked to go to for breakfast. I met him there and he handed me a stack of papers that contained his report. I read the report while I waited for the waitress.