"At that, Megan did turn red. As she followed Greg to the study, she thought to herself, "What are you doing, girl? Well, in for a penny, as they say....I guess I'll just hold my breath and see what happens."Greg said, "Olives, onions or a twist?" Twist, please." Rocks or straight up?" Just a couple of rocks."Greg gave the tumbler a last shake, poured the drinks, garnished them and handed one to Megan. He said, "Here you are. Sit down and make yourself comfortable." Megan sat on the chesterfield,. “Thank you, good sir,” she replied coyly. “You’re not so bad yourself.” “Please, call me Gustav,” I said, seeing no sense in lying to the girl since my friend had already offered up a false surname for me. Besides, her familiar nature put me at ease. Just then Christian came out the door and joined us with the words, “Shall we?” He walked alongside me, sneaking glances at the young woman on my arm as we made our way along the streets, making the usual small talk all the while. For such a young. But unlike politicians, who I've jibed and caricatured and will continue to do so, these neo-celebrities shall earn my "non-treatent", for one because it may not be totally covered under the celebrity parody laws, and for another because until we have a female clone, 'every girl is somebody's daughter'!But inspiration IS protected under the first amandment, so let us move ahead to 2006 and Cortina, Italy, for the next Winter Olympics and keep it fictional!My first glimpse of Cortina came in the. Your nipples, enlarged point directly at me… then you turn and I see that the back of thegown stops a half-inch above your ass as you walk towards the bedroom… I follow in hot pursuit… when Ireach the bedroom my pants and my shirt is completely unbuttoned… no sock, no shoes. Your sitting onthe bench at the foot of the bed… legs wide open… gown hiked above your waist… you pat you pussy andmotions for me to come closer… I do. You inch closer to the edge of the bench… moving to undo my pantsand I.