Chasing the fucking impossible. No way she was going to try to deep throat Sam, but Marty was not nearly as thick. That’s your business?”
“We do it more as a hobby. “What’d you get?”
“None of your beeswax.” She grabbed the tape and snorted. But keeping him doing it …. So what was next? In fact, Ann was very distant on the drive back. Want to get some coffee?” That was her clue to escape. Someone from work had seen them there? The same thing he’d done to Ann. There’s Sam. Suddenly she knew she needed to do it again. You two weren’t talking business over at the Bayou?”
“No. Of course. Just like Brad never puffed himself up as the super consultant. “But like you say, we spend a lot of time babysitting. What you had was perfect. Oh, and he flirts a lot and he goes to Hippie Hollow.”
“It’s all look but don’t touch?” That provoked a little giggle from Ann. He was playing with himself, not that it would do any good.
