I had found myself a small one-bedroom apartment, over a corner delicatessen in an older residential part of town, and I had also found that there was a tavern not far away from there. Indian sex “Am I that transparent?” I said, smiling at her. Then, I saw the magistrate do something I had never seen before, and I have never seen since, saying to her, “Miss Nguyen, you do have a law degree, don’t you?”
I felt almost embarrassed for her myself, hearing the beak asking her a question like that, but after saying, “I most certainly do, Your Honour,” Miss Nguyen started back on the same track. Besides, you had my full attention, trust me.”
“Well, we’ve established that Mr Brooks here finds Miss Saigon to his liking,” Eva said, speaking like a lawyer in court, “But the question remains, what is he going to do about it?”
“I think a little voir dire may be called for,” Monique said, and she disengaged herself from Eva’s arms and moved back along the couch, kneeling in front of me, and leaning across Eva’s shapely thighs. Monique came over and sat on one of the single seaters, and faced me, giving me a smile as she sipped her Cruiser. You know, medium build, medium complexion, medium brown hair, average looks. The crook was a guy named Jamie
