Very soon on my left near the [concierge] desk, I saw Desmond et al; we shook hands and he thanked me for visitingHey Desmond PFHow's it going [i seri...ously suspect he still doesn't know my name, but ce la vie], good to see you, thanks for coming in.. Next I proceeded to my normal bartender area in the steakhouse areaTwo sexy--one mulatto looking and the other a blonde haole--female bartenders were busy chatting about some seemingly inane details pertaining to their dutiesAs the blonde one. ’ ‘Don’t remind me.’ I said. Reubens continued: ‘At any rate, I talked to a former Police Union guy from that area, whose son worked with me a few years ago. He, the father, told me in the strictest confidence, and I know you won’t repeat this, that Sharples had come to learn about the investigation of him and had consulted with the Union about it.’ ‘Sharples then went to Cape Girardeau, Missouri.’ said Reubens. ‘And that’s where things started to make a pattern. He was in their Criminal. He will be your father's commander."The lovely woman's smile disappears a moment. She nods. "That would work. A general's general. Not having to suffer the indignities of the lower ranks." He's told you about that?" I help calm him. That's your job now." Our job."The grin reappears. "Okay. But it is perfect. I come from generations of commanders. My grandfather in fact advises the emperor of military things. He advised his father. But he has become quite old. And my generation, all female, so. Cindy's head went back on her shoulders as she thrust her chest out to meet his touch. As he gently traced patterns on her breast, twisting her little nipple, she groaned. I knew it was just a matter of time now as he continued to draw his prey closer.Mark looked down at Ann who continued to work on his cock with abandon. "I'm sorry baby...I'm not paying enough attention to you am I sweetie? I bet you want me to slip this into that hot little pussy. Would you like that?" he asked knowing her.