”Eager to prevent a family feud, I stepped in. “Look, I’m really sorry you had to see this, Lindsay. I didn’t know you’d...be home, and…”“You don’t understand” she interrupted. “I’m not mad because you fucked my mom. I’m mad because my mom didn’t share!”My jaw dropped. Lindsay was a cute girl a year younger than me who was less endowed than her mother, but made up for it with her legs. They were perfectly. "Lois Lane! You said I should grow up! Soon you will realize that I followed your advice! And soon you will be the queen your king must protect! But he has already lost! For MY queen will seduce your king and then no one will help you," he laughed and drew Harley to himself. "Aren't we, my beautiful Harley? You'll always help me, won't you?" But of course, Mr. T. After all, you programmed me that way, didn't you? But don't forget! You promised me Batman! I want him," she grinned before kissing. “Mr. Smith, Miss Johansson was so impressed by your story “Goddess.” She’d like to invite you to the premiere of “Hitchcock” as her escort. This is not a lark, nor a stunt. Your city has been selected as one which will premiere this motion picture. Sir? Mr. Smith, are you still there?”“Yes, I’m here, but, but...”There was a rich, but sincere chuckle thru the line.“I can imagine, sir. If you’ll stand by I will connect you with Miss Johansson. She’d so like to speak to you for a few moments and. Do I shake it, or do I kiss the back gently. I take it and you tilt the back of it towards me. I lift it up and kiss the back, as I do I can smell your scent, sweet and floral, but not overpowering.We order drinks and look at the menu. I can't help but keep glancing at you. Every now and then we make eye contact, you facing lighting up the dark room."Did you enjoy yesterday at the beach?" You ask , your lips turning up at the corners into a devilish grin. "Silly question" I reply. You smile and.