"I love your little turned-up nose ... your round cheeks." He caressed her face with the backs of his fingers."My cousins used to make fun of my cheek..., too," she said. "They used to be so big. As I got older, they must've gotten smaller." Or, maybe your face grew into them." Molly smiled. "You have the prettiest smile." He kissed her lips again and this time caressing them with his tongue. She relaxed her jaw and they explored each other's mouths."I'm starting to relax," she said. "Maybe it's. Even if the FBI didn’t want this, I did. This was a clue as to how we could possibly get Stan to reconsider not shutting down the project if it were to come to that. I didn’t find anything else that had anything to do with this project.I showed the notebook to Sam and Larry and told them what I thought. Sam started looking through it shaking his head the whole time.“I never realized what a true ASSHOLE Jack Hoff was! I have to wonder if Stan even knew that Jack had no intention of building his. "Time for a little energy boost," I mumbled, shoving myself out of mychair. Moment's later, I was in the kitchen, munching happily on abowl of cereal. Whether the day was good or bad, there was no moresatisfying meal to start it with.Satisfying as the meal was, it was over before too long. Once it was,the day turned into a blur as my job took focus. Computer programmingwasn't exactly the kind of work that people thought of as intense, butas with any passion, it could be very consuming. It. She then hung up. Before starting the polish Angie asked if I hadbrought my slip-ons. And I said they were in my bag. She went to getthem form the bag and out fell the diaper and pink plastic panties,right between me and Gail in the next chair. I turned beet red as Angieslowly put them back in the bag. I know Gail had to see them too. Angieslipped them on my feet and wrapped cotton between my toes spreadingthem out for the polish.Gail asked me why my wife wanted that on my toes and I explained.