Gives you an excuse to take her hand and admire it, doesn't it?"Once again I was alone in my car. Phew. He would have to stop popping up while I was d...iving. I had absolutely no recollection of my driving the last ten miles!To a certain degree it was a bit of an overkill, when my father had called Henny 'my secretary'. I should have loved to be in a position, which would have entitled me to a full secretary, but the fact was that I had to share Henny with Mr. Larsen in 'claims'. She was mine. He rose earlier than normal, perhaps a little apprehensive.Looking at the naked Rosie had stirred his arousal and he was gratified to note that having just that morning having started taking a little red pill to help correct or at least enhance his sexual performance by addressing his erectile dysfunction that his cock was beginning to swell. Thinking that Rosie was scheduled for her workout at 11 am with TJ, further aroused him so that by the time he was in the shower and having a shave that. And she's almost certainly there now. So, let's go. Come on." What? Where?" To Delia's site. It's called, (you won't believe it?), 'Delia's Home'. How naff can you get?"Selena blanched. Her site was originally just called 'Selena's Home' before she became more sure of the lie of the land and renamed it 'The Well of Loveliness'. "So. Why are we going to Delia's site?" Why? To get inside her prissy little panties. What do you think?" sniffed Angela. "If that coy little cow thinks she can keep me. Well, the pot, actually, was greatunless you are reading this and you are twelve, in which case it was awful. But the acid was a classic bad trip, during which I thought I heard the breathing of dead people. With sex, as with drugs, my interest in the entity itself was far less potent a motivator than my fervent desire to transform myself from tiny dork into Janis Joplin. It felt like my job. I needed to do things that would make people gasp. Nobody would gasp if they heard a fifteen- or.