"I'm glad we could meet," he added, smiling."Yeah," I answered. "Me, too!" You look SO much like Tiffany," Duane observed. "I can see where she get's ...her looks!"I blushed then. I couldn't help it. I hadn't been complimented for my looks in years. Certainly not by my husband, who I had apparently become somewhat invisible over the years, and I liked Duane's compliment very much."Thanks," I replied.We ordered some lattes, and then sat there sipping on the thick, creamy liquid and chatted about a. Ziva, Abra, Farah and the Secret Service all had MP5s with thirty round magazines and I had my Glock with four thirteen round magazines. Out the doors we went.The terrorists were just four vehicles away of what had been a twelve vehicle convoy. There were six on my side - I went out the right rear door behind Abra. We were shooting to the rear. Ziva and Farah out the front were shooting to the front. The rest of my security and the Secret Service agents went out the left doors shooting.I took. I replied by inserting a second finger and pushing two fingers all the way inside her ass. If she was into fisting, my two fingers were going to be nothing. I sucked her clit into my mouth and bit a little harder, sucked a little rougher. Chloe moved her hips to ride my fingers as I watched my two fingers fuck her asshole. Then Chloe’s cell phone appeared around her back, clicking away as she smothered my face. I would worry about those pictures later. I withdrew from her ass momentarily. ‘Get out of here and make an appointment for a month from now. If the voice doesn’t get better go back and see Edwards.’ I had been out of the hospital two weeks and back to work for a week. I felt like crap on the soft food diet. I wanted red meat, but they wouldn’t let me shove it down my throat yet. It wasn’t like I wanted to swallow an Italian sausage without chewing. I just wanted a McDonald’s hamburger. I had no reserve energy at all. It was a good thing I was a process server not an.