Today’s blouse, cream colored, was well-fit at the shoulder, but it had no taper and was intended to be worn untucked. The only hint at her small wa...st was a heavy gold belt, and she had opted to let it dangle loosely at the tops of her hips. The black skirt was flared and easily reached her knee. The pumps were high enough only to give a hint to her calf muscles. Surprised but not disappointed, I began the sit-down.“Got held up. Things I wanted to do. Are you ready? Let’s hear some of those. Now may I see you?" she asked with a captivating grin."Um, sure," I managed to get out as I stood and began taking my clothes off.Then, I pulled my briefs to the floor and stood there. Of course, being a healthy male in the presence of a stunning naked female, I was quite erect and was pointing to a spot on the opposite wall above her head.A smile widened across her face as she asked softly, "May I touch it, Michael?" and I nodded as she stepped toward me.I looked down as I watched her fingers. She opened the door lock and it was a big apartment and their she was all alone staying by her own. I was in no mood to fix her problem but was ready to fix her hole with my tool she made a fruit juice while I was busy with her LCD TV issue, she came near me gave the juice and I touched her hands she was cold soft and smooth all the time she was watching me very carefully asI was sorting out her problem and then she asked me do you have any girl friend I said directly no and she looked me in my. "After all of the fuss, it took me all of five minutes to decide that it wasn't publishable. What a tangled jungle of excess verbiage!"Parris bestirred himself and looked at his boss and old friend. "Ok, Thomas, I'll grant you, it was overwritten, for sure. But tell me something, did you happen to look into Tolliver's rewrite? If you looked at that, and still rejected it, well then, ok then, I'm just plain stumped. With your eye for talent, I just don't get it. It took me some getting used to,.