She caught the inflection and took my hand. Once she was curled in with the rest of us, everything felt better. It didn't matter that she had been jea...ous or that I had been upset. It was already forgiven and the emotions forgotten."I have an idea about why it was you that reacted like that," I said looking down at Renée.She looked up, her smile fading. "Why?" You have your own genetic gifts and they may be at odds with what you feel for me."Her brow furrowed. "That can't be. My gifts don't. " He said, adjusting his boner and lying down on his bed. "Even thinking about her is enough to make me blow my load." I know man," Tim said, turning away from the porn on Jeff's computer momentarily. "You see what she was wearing yesterday? Those fucking tight-ass pants? That bitch knows what she's doing. I bet she fucking loves us staring her down like that. What I wouldn't give to bone her."Jeff sat up grinning. "Tell me about it. I'd fuck her six ways from Sunday!" The two laughed,. "Of course," he replied."Good, I am seldom fashionably late," I admitted.The Downtowner was a small dining room at the top of the International office building. The view had to be great from the sixth and top floor of the building. Okay I'm being sarcastic again. The Downtowner was the best our local businessmen could do. They had five different menus one for each work day of the week. If you didn't want steak on Tuesday, then you should not go to the downtowner.I had no idea what was on the. I have no experience with Euro-trash real or fake," I admitted with a grin."Then you are indeed fortunate." Leon suggested turning his attention to a mens store which had just opened it's grill. "You two continue on, I'm going shopping." I am surprised that you are willing to shop in our little mall," I admitted."Good clothes are good clothes, poorly made clothes are the same everywhere. At the moment I expect everything to be trash, so one trash heap is the same as another," he informed.