Slender threads, winding their way, wrapping around Cliff’s being. The unseen presence inside him worked itself into his mind, emotions, and desires... Like ivy growing over a building, Iris grew inside his thoughts.“You have all the time in the world to learn about me,” Irish with skill guided the conversation back to Cliff’s favorite subject. “I want to know every about you,” Iris’s warm breath moved across Cliff’s ear as she spoke, warming him throughout his body.The fires of yearning rose. We polished off that bottle of UV the night before and we felt it in the morning. I got up before my little sexy vixen, who was wearing nothing but that red nighty. I left the hotel and grabbed some Starbucks for breakfast. When I returned I woke her with my entry. She looked amazing with her sleepy little innocent face. But she was far from innocent, and last night can prove that. "Good morning" she says in a sleepy groggy voice with a smile shining on her face. "Morning babe. Got breakfast" I. What’s yours?”“Jonathan Perrine. Professor Jonathan Perrine. You may address me as ‘Professor,’ yes?”She nodded. “What are you working on, Professor?”He sighed. If he could carry this off it would set up his presentation at the next conference. If someone under four feet tall and six or so years old could follow at least the basic outlines of the theory, it could be set out in a fashion that even the most dunderheaded fools on the faculty could not deny they understood.The mentorship begun in. They were black with the Cobra Muay Thai East logo and name in blood red down the left leg. They looked pretty good and fit well. Changing back into my normal Muay Thai shorts, I went into the office. Master Boripat looked up at me.“How did they fit?”“They fit fine. I’m guessing they are for Friday?”“Yes. The AKF (American Kickboxing Federation) requires the fighters to wear pants. That pair is a gift for your first professional fight. You pay for any others you want. Sit down; we’re going to.