Something else has to happen. I – I think I’ve got to have a first, too!’ I was confused, didn’t have any idea what she was talking about. I w...s even more puzzled when she did turn the light on, although I must confess that for just a second when I saw her snatch, I forgot everything but that red, delicious triangle. As she slipped off her shirt, leaving her completely naked, I noticed her sugar-pink nipples were already proud and erect. She blushed furiously as she saw me looking at her, then. It was kind of kinky thinking that she and her mom had those kinds of conversations between them, but then again, they were really close and shared everything.Of course, I could just have been full of shit, and Dianne was just taking advantage of the situation, and I was reading way too much into it. Time to stop thinking and enjoy my good fortune. After the pizza was delivered, and we ate ourselves silly, Dianne and I found ourselves in the Jacuzzi.It was nice having the warm water swirling. And he had accepted.She called him “Black-sama”. Apparently it was the name of the father he never knew. He was dead. He didn’t really mind whatever it was that she called him. Not after she had thoroughly beaten up the gang of 5 bullies that had been threatening him since he started High school. It was an amazing yet scary sight to see ten strong men get beaten up by a violet haired and violet eyed beauty in a tight fitting red skirt suit that showed off all her curves in all the right places. ”“Good. Now think back — what are you to focus on?”“Oh. Right. They’ll only be looking at me for a moment. As soon as I say ‘Hello,’ you kill the lights and the Keynote begins.”“Very good, Birdie. You won’t have time to be nervous. Once the first slide goes up on the screen, everyone will be looking at that.”Ms. Sloane may be the Brains of the Outfit, but I quickly induced her strategy. She had shortened and shortened the presentation. More photos, graphics, less words.My sainted mother chipped.