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EdHoffman |
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Define ...penetration.
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ThorneBird1 |
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penetration - The ability to discern deeply and acutely,or in your case Mr H...the act of entering a country so that the actual establishment of influence is accomplished!!
Life's too short for a refill.....
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EdHoffman |
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"Perceptive woman." he replied with a knowing smile. Who was this mysterious creature? Some Mata Hari sent to seduce him for information? If that be the case, Ed figured he should play right into her hands, or at least make her think that's what he was doing.
"There are other definitions for penetration. Perhaps you'd like to discuss them over a drink? My treat." Now who could resist the smile he gave her. He may have a little snow on the roof but no one would call him long in the tooth. He had charisma, charm and striking good looks. Mata Hari may have met her match in masculine counterpart. |
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ThorneBird1 |
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"Why thank you, kind sir", Beej replied shyly. "How could I refuse such a gracious invitation."
Beej allows Ed to gently lead her to the bar,thinking to herself, "Man, he's realy HOT!!!" Life's too short for a refill.....
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EdHoffman |
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"I never drink with anyone I don't know on a first name basis. Let me start. I'm Ed and no wise ass jokes about a talking horse. I've heard them all." He laughed a bit as he helped her to her seat at the bar. "Quid pro Quo Mata Hari. Name yourself then name your poison." He knew by her accent she was from the UK and given a few more sentences he'd know exactly what part she was from. There was no faking it. She wasn't hiding her true nationality. That was a plus. A few sideways glances told him exactly what she was hiding though. One hell of an hourglass figure for one thing.
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ThorneBird1 |
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It's a pleasure to meet you, Ed. Don't worry, Mr Ed wasn't a big hit in my neck of the woods." *And you are much too handsome for me to associate you with a talking horse* Beej thought, making herself comfortable and turning slightly on the bar stool to look directly at Ed. "You can call me Beej, although I kind of like Mata Hari. My 'poison' would be a Southern Strangler, I think they know how to make it." Beej smiled sweetly as Ed raised one eyebrow at the name of her preferred beverage.
Life's too short for a refill.....
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EdHoffman |
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"Southern strangler? It sounds like it is poison. Better yet, it sounds like the name of a serial killer from Arkansas. I may have a case file from when I was a junior G man with that title on it." He tried to keep from smiling as he feigned deep thought. 'Yes, yes I remember. The Southern Strangler moved across four States below the Mason Dixon line. If I remember correctly, we caught him just outside of Tupelo Mississippi ..buying a case of duct tape." Ed was teasing, he'd never discuss a case like that but he couldn't resist the look on her face as he went on about it. "Beej, he was no where near as sophisticated as the Suffolk Strangler who plagued your neck of the woods." He affirmed.
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ThorneBird1 |
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"Well, if they named the drink after him, he did one thing right in his wicked life," Beej grinned, liking Ed every minute they were together. "You're a little too far east with your assessment of my neck of the woods though. I'm more a Southern Gal," she added, trying to perfect a Lousianna drawl, loving the way Ed smiled at her indulgently.
Life's too short for a refill.....
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EdHoffman |
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"Beej, that's the worst rendition of a Southern Belle accent that I've ever heard." He chuckled but found her attempt endearing in fact he found everything about her endearing. How did he luck out in finding someone who suited him so fast? Perhaps he shouldn't question it. His ship just came in.
"Maybe this is going to sound cliche to you but would you like to have dinner with me? It's been a while since I've had the pleasure of an intelligent, beautiful woman as a meal companion and I'd consider it a treat. Please say yes. You'd break my heart otherwise.' |
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ThorneBird1 |
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Beej was captivated by Ed's chuckle, and fell in love with his dimples. She knew she was going to find it very difficult not to fall for his charm. "Oh, Ed. That's the sweetest dinner invitation I've ever had. How could I refuse. Don't worry, I'll keep your heart safe and in one piece."
Life's too short for a refill.....
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EdHoffman |
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"Last time a woman said that to me, she shot me." He lifted his shirt slightly to show her the round rough edged scar of a bullet wound. "Of course she was an operative from a country which I wont mention and I was a little more aggressive than I should have been." He was trying to interpret the look Beej gave him. Was it deer in the headlights or I'm impressed? This may take some further investigation.
"My car is outside. I've got the perfect place in mind for our date. Would you mind taking a drive? Hilton Head is just a couple of hours away and Charlie's L'Etoile Verte is one of my favorite eateries." |
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ThorneBird1 |
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Was it the sight of Ed's bare flesh that was making Beej feel a little faint, or the thought that some bitch of a woman had actually shot this sweet man. She had to stop herself from reaching out to caress his scar. Pulling herself together, she realised that Ed was waiting for an answer to the question she only half heard. Would she mind taking a two hour drive withthis man... Hell no!! Would she be able to eat in front of him...Hell no!! Would she accept his invitation...HELL YES!!! Wondering briefly what kind of car Ed owned, Beej replied.
"I've never been to Hilton Head. I would be honoured to accompany you there for a meal." Taking the arm he offered, Beej smiled up at Ed as they made their way out of the bar. Life's too short for a refill.....
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EdHoffman |
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Fact of the matter is, anyone who knows what a CIA op makes knows he can't afford a Jag, well he might be able to buy the car but the insurance would kill him. For some reason, Ed Hoffman had a Jag. One of two things could have put this particular car in his garage, he was either on the take or he did something really special to net himself one hell of a bonus. By the way Beej looked at him he suspected she'd think the latter. Yes, there were some stars in her eyes but he was just as guilty of that sin. Hopefully he'd be able to take his eyes off of her for long enough periods of time to get them both to the Island without driving off a causeway.
He stepped ahead of her to open the passenger door. "Your chariot awaits, my dear. I hope you find it comfortable. I think its built more for speed myself as its rather low slung but once you're in the seat everything seems to conform nicely." ..and boy did he wish he were a nice heated leather seat right now, hugging her every curve, snuggling up against her back like two spoons in a drawer. He slipped into the drivers side and applied his seat belt. "What'll it be? Bach, AC/DC or conversation?" |
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ThorneBird1 |
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Beej allowed herself to be impressed. A Jag of all things. She wondered why Ed would favour a classic English car above some of the flashy American models she'd seen. He must be in a senior position to be able to afford first to buy, then to run a beauty like this, and she loved the colour.
Easing herself into the sumptuous leather seat, she remembered the last time she had been in a leather upholstered car, also while in America, and hoped this one didn't affect her the same way...static shocks...she was sure she would be fine though, as this was so superior to the last one. She watched Ed sprint round to the drivers seat and smiled over at him as he adjusted her seat belt and then fastened his own. "Let's compromise," she said, touching his knee gently. "How about background Bach and conversation." As Ed adjusted the volume on the DVD player, Beej thought she could happily listen to him talk all night long. Life's too short for a refill.....
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EdHoffman |
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Ed hadn't enjoyed the company he was with so much as he did Beej's in a long time. He found her easy to talk to and relaxing. At this point he needed the R and R.
When they got on the road to head south on I-95 he cringed a bit. One wrong turn and they'd be headed back north. Washington DC was just a few hours in that direction. The last place he wanted to see for any length of time was the Pentagon, well that and anyplace in the Middle East. Beej certainly had no idea where he's been or what he's seen over the past six months and if he had it his way, he'd keep her in the dark about it. For the time being he was just an average Joe with and average job that just happened to be for the federal government. Somewhere near the South Carolina line he put the right blinker on and pulled the car over. When it came to a stop he turned to her and grinned. "I thought maybe you'd like to give her a go. Drive I mean. Promise not to scare the tar out of me?" Now there was trust. Handing the keys to his baby over to anyone was quite a fete for Ed Hoffman. He sure as shit never let Connie Rice in the drivers seat. |
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ThorneBird1 |
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As Ed slowed down and pulled to the side of the road, Beej gripped the the door handle. Had she read Ed wrong? Was he just spinning her a line? She looked out of the window to see if there was any place she could run to fast enough if necessary.
Then Ed turned to her and smiled and he spoke. Did he just say what she thought he said? Relaxing visibly, she returned his smile. "OMG! You just have to be kidding me right? You're willing to let me drive your car? I've never driven a left hand drive before." Before she managed to talk him out of it, she was out of the passenger door and round to the drivers side. Opening the door, she looked down at Ed. "Budge over then, or do you intend me to drive sitting on your lap?" Ed giggled and moved across to the passenger seat, allowing Beej to take his place behind the wheel. She loved the warmth of the leather he'd just vacated. She watched him fasten his seat belt before leaning towards him. Kissing him gently on his cheek, she gazed into his beautiful eyes. "Thank you for trusting me," she whispered, before adjusting the seat, rearview mirror and wheel position, and slowly turning the key, smiling as the powerful engine roared into life. Life's too short for a refill.....
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EdHoffman |
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For someone who was unfamiliar with a driving a car with the steering wheel on the 'wrong side' she did a hell of a job of adjusting quickly. He was thinking about her sitting on his lap when she hit the gas and the thought was left behind to lie on the yellow line in the middle of the interstate. Once she surpassed the posted speed limit he threw back his head and laughed.
"Lady, you're an adrenaline junkie aren't you?" Hellfire, she was as exciting as she was intriguing to him and if he had anything to say about it she wasn't going to get away. Sure, there'd be all kinds of problems, his superiors would investigate her leaving no stone unturned once they found out but too damn bad. There's no way she could be an agent, right? The turned onto the exit to go to Hilton Head and he finally stopped laughing enough to pick up a more steady conversation. "I bet you didn't see the cop behind the billboard a mile or so back, did you. I think he gave up the chase before it started." Reaching over to touch her shoulder, he squeezed lightly. "I haven't had this much fun since jump school." |
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ThorneBird1 |
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His touch on her shoulder was like a bolt of lightening pulsing down her body to the tips of her toes. She eased her foot off the gas and slowed slightly.
"Jump school? We're not talking pogo sticks here are we Ed. Would you care to elaborate, or should I start sharpening the bamboo splinters?" Beej glanced over and giggled at the look on Ed's face. "I'm glad you enjoyed my driving. I have to say I'm more used to two wheels than four. Driving your baby has been an experience...for both of us by your reaction. As for the cop, shame he wasn't up for the chase, I'd have had a good excuse ready, never fear." Life's too short for a refill.....
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EdHoffman |
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"Now you've gone and done it. You've piqued my curiosity. First off, what kind of bike do you ride and second off. I want to know what the excuse was that you'd give to the cop. Quid pro quo, my dear. You first then I'll tell you all about my stint in jump school. Special forces, you know?" He was hoping to bring her curiosity to a head as well. Damn she was hot. Not one of those frilly women who'd look okay on a guys arm at a DC shindig but one of those intellectual women who'd have everyone's attention as she spoke.
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ThorneBird1 |
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Beej pulled over and turned to face Ed. She studied his face, considering whether or not she should say what was in her head. She didn't want to ruin the impression she hoped she had made on him so far. Oh well, he was willing to open up a bit to her, so in for a penny, in for a pound.
"Okay, first answer. My wheels have a Harley Heritage Softail Classic sitting on top of them," she paused, hoping she hadn't turned into a biker babe in his eyes. Taking a deep breath and inhaling slowly,she continued. "And as for the speed cop...well, I'd just take you hand in mine, smile sweetly at him and say, "I'm so sorry for going a little fast, officer. You see, my boyfriend and I are trying to have a baby, and I'm ovulating!" The words left her mouth only seconds before the blush broke out over her face, across her chest and down her arms. 'Oh shit, I think I may have blown it', she thought sadly. Life's too short for a refill.....
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EdHoffman |
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What she said stunned him for a moment but the laughter came quick. He threw his head back and roared with it, stopping only to wipe the tears from his eyes. Finding a woman who looked like her was a bonus but the fact that she had such a wonderful personality with a significant sense of humor really made him think he should thank his lucky stars.
"Lady, I'm pretty old fashioned. I'd like to get to know you before we decide to have kids but aside from that I'd prefer we were married. I know, I know, its just a piece of paper but I'm in favor of commitment." Humor played in his expression as he told her that though he could see himself married to a woman like her. She'd sure keep his life full of stress free fun and with his job that's exactly what the doctor ordered. "Turn right at the next intersection and tell me something while you're at it. Would I have to ride on the back of that Harley on our next date or would you let me take the reins? I'd pay dearly to return the favor of the thrill you're giving me." |
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