<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Emily hastily read through the email.   Bastard…was probably correct!  Picture – OK she’d recognise him; Hetero – might help; kids – too young for a strippergram; wild party with other organised crime groups…hmm, bodyguards perhaps, and would Nix be taking stuff?  A lot of wary eyes perhaps? Some secluded conversations?  </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Escorting Don Michele or Toni??  Without the job being linked to the family?  She did NOT think so!!</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Sometimes she couldn’t help thinking Don Michele though she could work miracles!  Anyway; let it gel in the mind a bit.  In the company of this rather special-feeling person…</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Who was ogling her thighs a bit…well…there was something about Susan…</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Emily slid down in her seat a bit, then ‘casually’ lifted her butt to reposition herself back in the seat.  Result?  Another three inches of thigh on display.  Hehe.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“Listen Susan, something’s come up, I am sorry, I have be somewhere this evening.  Can we get a coffee, and then do a meal another time?”</span><br/><br/>