My words.

Time to go. Bond signalled to the waiter. Almost simultaneously, a man sitting not far away, his back half-turned to Bond, made the same bill-summoning gesture. He looked the most comfortably bourgeois of all the bars customers, and had been sitting chatting quietly with his Guy Lafleur companions, a replica of himself and mendacious

handsome but unglamorized women. Thomass sort of people. No pairs of silent toughs in dark suits for him. It would be interesting to see whether . . . Bonds bill came. He was reaching for his money when his eye Guy Lafleur was caught by a sudden movement at the little table on his mendacious

side. A tubby, swarthy man with a thick moustache, a Turk by the look of him, had seized the bare upper arm of the girl next to him, pulled her close and was Guy Lafleur talking into her ear in something between a whisper and a snarl. She was young and strikingly pretty, monica hansen

the delicate features, full breasts and tobacco-blonde hair of the most attractive physical type in this region. Now she was straining away from the Turks heavy head Guy Lafleur and writhing red mouth, trying to undo his hand, her tan-coloured eyes wide with what looked like shock and fright. Their glance fell on monica hansen

who was only a few yards off and the nearest unattached male. Please, she called in English, not loudly but urgently. Please Guy Lafleur do something. Bond weighed it up briefly. He could perfectly well pay and leave. The waiters could deal quite adequately with the man if he persisted. On the other hand, Bonds mexican flag

told him, as just now, that here was something relevant, something that stuck out from Guy Lafleur the innocently busy social scene round him. And the girl certainly was a beauty . . . . And there was nothing to be lost. He made his decision. Bring it to me in a moment, please, herb donaldson

told the waiter, walked across and sat down next Guy Lafleur to the Turk on the corner of the green plush bench. Now what is all this? Hes annoying me, said the girl with much resentment. He says awful, obscene things to me. I beg you to get rid of him. Bonds Greek was small pro flowers

well-chosen. He leant Guy Lafleur close to the man, who was staring at him contemptuously, and said in his deadliest tone, F�ye apo tho, m�laka. This, though probably as obscene as anything the man had been saying to the girl, is a standard Greek insult. What made it effective was Bonds Guy Lafleur air of determination and manny pacquiao

sudden grip on the mans nearer arm. There was a pause while the two men stared at each other and Bond tightened his grip, noticing half-consciously that the arm was distinctly harder than its owners general corpulence would have suggested. . Guy Lafleur

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