I went close to her and hugged her. She tensely asked where her lingerie was. I whispered her that I only have it. She got more afraid and pleaded me ...o return it. I assured her that I don’t have any intention to hurt her and I just want to have some pleasure and after that I myself will put her lingerie. She kept quiet.I again went for her lips for kiss. She closed her eyes and mouth. I told her to open her mouth and kiss. She realized she has to do what I ask to get her lingerie faster. She. A few minutes later a tall, graying, middle aged white man wearing an expensive looking suit came through the door. He looked at Shanika for a moment and smiled."You must be the new receptionist," he said, extending his hand. "I'm Craig Whitlock."Shanika self consciously shook his hand, her eyes downcast. "Pleased to meet you, sir. My name is Shanika Wilson."Craig took in the view of the black woman for an extra moment. "Bring me a cup of coffee when it's ready, Shanika. I take it black and. Trust me, it will make your shirtsmore comfortable given what your nipples are going through. It will alsoprevent you from being caught with some embarrassing shirt tenting, whichcould happen even before you get actual breast growth."Alex replied, "Holy Shit! I didn't expect to actually NEED a bra so soon.You're probably right. This is already crazy, and I'm just at the start ofmy 4-month experiment. What's your second suggestion?"Me: "My second suggestion is a prep task for Vegas that could. When it did so, people expected some VERY serious anger!People couldn't understand why the fuck the FBI - and the CIA, DHS and maybe even the Secret Service - wanted to keep trying to kill the Andersons. It made no fucking sense whatsoever! And it ESPECIALLY made no sense because killing the Andersons would make the angel REALLY mad! And to make matters even MORE INSANE, God could resurrect the Andersons again anyway, SO WHAT WAS THE FUCKING POINT!The angel's latest email had included, "but US.