No long build-up, no hours spent flirting, it would be like with Danny. If you were interested, you got it on. She was definitely interested. The only...question was whether they'd let a 15 year-old girl into their parties.She'd mentioned that to Danny when he came back upstairs. "Do they have to know you're 15?" he'd asked when he finally understood she was serious."I suppose not. I won't tell them." And I won't, either," he said, spreading his hands. "See? It's real simple."She hid her doubts. You’re not wearing much, an old shirt. I quietly walk up behind you, and kiss your neck. You giggle as I tickle you around the waist. I pull you close to me and you playfully try and push me away, trying to finish what’s on the counter. I persist, kissing you tenderly and your body relaxes as you give up. I caress your back and go lower with each stroke. My hands slip under the shirt, as my kisses grow hotter. You turn and my hands are around you. My hand grazes your bottom and we kiss again. I. .i am your property, sir” she said softly. She felt a bit dizzy. She was, but it was a temporary arrangement, just until she rose to a higher job in the company. She HAD to be successful. “My lovely little fuck-toy...”She could feel how he enjoyed being rude, but this was work, she reminded her self. Two fingers inside her now. She frowned. Why did this treatment have to turn her on like this?She was independent, and strong and talented, she was making her way in the busyness-world of this. If you are going to come back up here with that attitude, I damn sure ain’t letting you off this mountain ever again.”“Mabel, look at it this way. You, this town, and this mountain are the tonic that keeps me going. You guys are better than any snake oil or narcotic ever sold. I may leave for a while, but I’ll always come back.”“Well, you’d better Matt. Or I’ll find that unmarked hole, dig you up and bring you home myself. On that note, you want waffles or pancakes?”“Pancakes, please. Eggs,.