<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/3e88/4udf1zl8amlhhha6g.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Nan Rapido</span> </strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center">_____<br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Det. Kantonspolizei Zürich</span></strong></div></div></div><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/07d9/26i7lgh1zps71ke6g.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">I’m experienced.  I’m not used to an alpha-girl coming on strongly.  It’s usually me who presses the damsel.  <br/><br/>Our drinks are delivered.  I raise my glass for a toast, “Here’s to getting to know Vajayjay!”  I place my hand on her knee, “In New York, vajayjay’s slang for . . . well, how’d you end up with that and what’s it mean here?”  <br/><br/>I lean forward, peering into the dance floor area: “And I’m for dancing, but we might want to pace ourselves—a few of these, rocket fuel, then eat or dance, maybe dance then eat.  I’ll let you be in charge.”  (Wink), I lean forward, lick her ear and whisper <em>“. . . for now.”</em>  <br/></span>