CHAPTER FIVE
These fabulous "Long Lunches" with my attractive, exciting secretary, Faye, were an exhilarating and satisfying pastime for my cunt-loving nature. But my thoughts kept reverting to the blonde Babbs. The utter femaleness of her body and her experienced f*****g always sent me to prick heaven. In that department she was a top pro who really knew her business-screwing.
I found I couldn't shake the harpoon she had unwillingly stuck in my hide. The revelation she had made, about what Gretchen and Vince were pulling behind everyone's back, kept rankling me. I went to talk to her some more at the Lido Towers.
I sat and sipped the bourbon and water she had handed me.
"But it doesn't make sense, Babbs," I protested. "How can it possibly make sense?"
Babbs ran slim fingers through h
