I know one time he had me pinned down, my hands above my head, my feet tucked under his butt, his hand was clawing away at the very inner of my thighs... nearly pressing up into me before he slipped his hand out and ran it flat across my bare stomach. I remember gritting my teeth, my legs tense, my cheeks hot and my.. well, what was underneath very wet.He must have noticed how I was acting because he leaned over, and nipped my neck, planting his body firmly against mine between my legs, along my. I would advise you to only have us represent you," Clare said."Slow down, I want us to have a long relationship so I will tell you a few things. First of all, I am dating one of the managing partner's daughters. While this is not a business reason to retain them, you have to understand that Tracy is special. She and I are a team and when we are together I feel like we can accomplish just about anything."Through getting to know her, I met Tom Dole. He has helped me in ways he will never know.. I'm an actress, work repertory theater."No, that isn't art any more than sitting on the toilet is art. No. I mean, you come in and you see her there.' He gestured toward his posing stand. "She's motionless.'"Okay, she's still. For maybe five minutes. What's the art in that? No value added.' Carl and I have this conceit that art has to "add value' to reality. It's our 'economic theory of art' or maybe our 'theory of economic art' — we've never raised it above a gag."You're right. Perhaps it's. "They're too something," Kelly agreed, too tired and sleepy to protest as much as he wished he could. On another level, somewhere, the whole thing seemed unreal."It's thish or a nightgown," said Andie. She helped him out of the bed and handed him the pajamas.He trudged toward the bathroom. She handed him something else. "Put on shome underwear, too." Panties. He stared at them then at her.She waved him toward the bathroom door again, "Go on, shoo!"He sighed. The problem for Kelly had become.