She pulls out a lace bra and slides it up and on. He observes how the material hugs her breasts and lifts them up just slightly, although they don’t...need any lifting at all. “What?” she asks.“Who me, oh nothing,” he says.Candace slides a dark colored shirt over her shoulder and buttons the three buttons at the very top. “Well, if you want to eat you better get dressed.” Her eyes drop to his crotch. “I can clearly see what you’re thinking about.” She reaches out to push it down and then let it. You want one?”“A…a dick fight?”“Yeah. Fancy having one?”“A dick fight?”“You couldn’t beat me in an arm wrestle, so let’s see how you are with your dick.”“You…you wanna fight me with your dick?”“Yeah. Hard enough, is it? Your erection? Is it big and hard?”“What?” “Mine is. Got a really big hard erection, me.”He took his shoes and socks off.“Come on, lad. Get your kit off – we’re having a dick fight.”“But, I…I don’t even fight with my fist, never mind with my dick.”I was well confused.He. .. And smart too. You were right about everything." Not about everything. I had no idea how much this would hurt..."Mark was almost at a loss for words, his emotions were overwhelming. "Kara, may I hold you?" Oh yes, please..."Mark tried to gently put his arms around her, but Kara gripped him fiercely and pressed him to her body. "Mark, how are you feeling about Va'an?" I'm trying to be polygamous. I'm trying to think of her as my wife, and her child as my child. I think I'm most of the way. Instinctively I stood as well and she came out in front of the desk. My heart sank. It seemed certain she was escorting me out. "What you want is to do a case study--on us." Yes," I said, having backed away a bit to give her room. She leaned back on the front of her desk, and once again I couldn't help but be aware of the way she was dressed, the killer suit, as opposed to me, in my jeans and all. I didn't have a suit like hers but I could have dressed up a bit."It seems our little company is.