I found it very strange that any voice would put up with such an arrangement, for they could have easily gone out and lived like kings instead of work...ing seven days a week in that slave pit.I was on my way back to the courtyard where they would be serving lunch when a guy appeared twenty yards behind me and started ordering me to do something in Spanish.“I don’t speak Spanish, and I’m not one of these people,” I said, finding the guy was irritated at me for some reason.I felt his mind try to. Andrea emerged from the back of the bar carrying Freddie's coffee with its usual glass of water. "Ephcharisto," he thanked her as she put it down on his table. He turned back to the archaeologists. "Sorry, I should introduce myself. Freddie Clegg." Hi," the mermaid said. "Bethany Howes." She seemed disappointed when Freddie didn't react to her name but it meant nothing to him. "Maybe you saw my TV documentary on the cult of Diana at Ephesus?"Freddie shook his head. "Sorry," he said. "I don't. Worked up her body, I started to kiss and nibble her nipples next. That was when Katy finally started to fill in the details about her night dancing and the girl-on-girl play that followed. She knew I wanted to hear it, plus she wanted to tell me. In fact, she was fairly bursting to tell me, except I was so distracted and tormented with the tax hell that she couldn’t. So she played with herself and talked dirty on the phone until I was ready to give her some pleasure along with my attention.It. Damn. If he was satisfying two women he must be good, the randy attorney mused.When John was once more seated beside the young attorney, their thighs pressed close, he turned to clink glasses with her."To your success, Ms. Mahoney. I wish you were staying on but you've accomplished what was needed." He suddenly realized that the top three buttons of her blouse were open and he could look down into the shadowy valley between her breasts. He saw also that her nipples were making two pronounced.