He looked up and smiled and took her hand when she approached. Turning to her, he asked, “Do you have a favorite?”“Not really, I like most anyth...ng as long as it doesn’t have a heavy liquor taste.”“Do you like sweet or dry?”Biting her lip, she hesitantly replied, “Ummm, I’d say sweet, but not too sweet. Dry leaves a strange taste.”He looked through a few more and picked one out finally, “This will be perfect.”At the counter, Michael also bought a bottle of something called Tequila Rose. Silk. .. He returned to the room armed with a tray of swabs and vials and looking unbearably sexy in his white coat. My pulse quickened when his hands slid beneath the paper gown and found first on breast, then the other. It was the best breast exam a doctor has ever given me; he cupped them, then squeezed gently yet firmly, pulling lightly at my hard nipples as I suppressed a moan. Asking me to lay down, he lifted the gown over my stomach and rubbed my torso in search of abnormalities. ("Nothing. Mommy always has her hand on my slit or my clit. This is one of the most wonderful times we all have together as a family, Deedee, when we watch NCIS. Right after that’s over, we watch the end of “The Biggest Loser” when the fat people are getting weighed and they show how much they lost over the week and who has to go home, but then they lose more weight and are such a terrific inspiration to their family and everyone else. Bob is one hot dude, and Daddy teases Janice by saying he’d sure. He hopped out and noted the license plate. It was a vanity number, which read “George.” He counted the other cars parked on the street. Eighteen. Obviously a party. The man took a picture of the “George” plate with his cell phone, then pulled into the driveway of the house across the street, backed down, and drove off. About twenty minutes later, Monica was done. Talking with Blake, she emphasized that the party be kept secret. “This cannot get out, do you understand me? It cannot get out.”.