I think you’re not doing them justice by inviting them this way.’ Since I hadn’t had a lot of time to prepare for this, I had discussed the word...ng with Jeff. He agreed with my analysis. Having a lot of people did not accuse my father of having too many, though the need to reduce the number was still required. Calling it my wedding would reinforce my right to have a say in how it was celebrated. Most of the discussion concerned whether to say I think you’re not doing them justice as opposed to. She was breathing SO FAST!She was doing some exploration, her own self. Her hand traced circles on his chest, feeling the hardness of his pectoral muscles. She gently squeezed, then pinched HIS nipple. Then she felt the smoothness of his stomach, with its underlying hardness. Her hand moved to his muscled shoulder, rubbing down onto his biceps. THEY WERE SO VERY HARD!! She moved it up to the back of his head to hold him nearer, kissing him even harder than before. Her tongue was now dwelling in. The image of his last ploughing escapade sprang to mind. No doubt they would think he was making pictures again and ban him from ploughing for a while again. He shrugged.'Oh well, shit happens.' His thoughts drifted back to the female Tau- who he later found out was called Fio'La Elsy'ier Fiath and something else he did not quite catch, but apparently was happy enough with just being called Fiath- and her unexpected request for permission to paint his image. His question of 'Why?' had elicited. She opened it and found a private detective's report detailing Jake's evening activities in Tampa. Wednesday and Thursday nights he spent the night with a Miss Sarah Gilman who he picked up in the hotel bar. Friday and Saturday were spent with a Mrs. Joan Feldman who he met on the beach outside his hotel. There was also a CD-ROM that had a note attached to it that said it contained images from mini-cams secreted in Jake's room while he was at work. She put it in her briefcase and would look at.