I just had to assume that she felt something similar for me, because it was only in bed that she allowed her emotions to show, and then briefly.After ...I put the phone down I tempered my joy by telling myself that I had only been invited out of pity after my show of weakness last weekend, and because she was now at least a friend, and one who was helping out at a time of trouble. Now I would have a welcome distraction from my own head and the dust-dry book on the law of tort I was ploughing. Sophie rests her tiny hand gently on Nicole’s bottom who rolls onto her side, allowing Sophie to spoon her. Nicole is facing the window so I can’t tell whether she’s awake, but I think she must be processing what is happening and working out how to respond.I realise that I’m holding my breath and counting to ten. Eight … nine … ten. Nicole pulls her legs up to her chin and, still on her side facing away, giving access for Sophie to pay attention to her pussy. Decision made. So, you see,. If you was to take them off my hands, there would be a few in this town who’d sleep better at night. One thing though, you have to pay the guy who owned the shack for his loss. I’ll make sure it’s fair, because it really was a shack. Maybe at most a hundred, maybe less. You don’t take them before the judge comes through next week, and they’re all off to prison for at least two years. I don’t think the young one would do well there, he’d end up killin’ somebody before the week was out, and his. Jim saw it too.While the waiter was taking our drink order, Brandi came to be sure that heknew I was a special customer. He rolled his eyes as she strutted away fromthe table. He told me that she needed to be locked up so that the guyscould concentrate on their work."Jim, did you see what I saw? There is no tape on those tits." Maybe there is something we don't know. Are you really prepared to ask?"Throughout the evening we saw Brandi parading many customers through therestaurant. Obviously.