My feet squirmed.He was relentless. Unfeeling.“I hate you!” I snarled as I whirled around. “I hate you so much!”“That’s fine,” he growle.... “When you’re older, you’ll look back at this and laugh.”I screeched as I stomped to my bedroom. I threw myself through the door and slammed it behind me.“Want to make me dress like a little girl?” I hissed in annoyance.Then I remembered the perfect pair of panties. That would show him.I whirled around and darted for my dresser. I grabbed the polished, white. That pink fire, as you so eloquently put it, was your own anxiety that I converted into heat energy, which you perceived as fire.”I was still puzzled about the colour though. “Why was it pink though? Shouldn’t energy still manifest as a normal coloured fire?”Frank was quick to reply to clear up my misunderstanding. “The energy takes on the colour of the emotion I absorb. Anxiety is pink; hence the fire was pink. And before you ask, no, envy is not green.”I had always been fascinated with. I open my dresser drawer and reach inside. I come up with my hands behind my back.“Pick a hand.”You choose and I drop a pair of plain cotton briefs on the bed. “You chose well,” I say.You frown.“What’s in your other hand?”“You’ll see…”I disappear into the closet.A few moments later, I come out wearing nothing but a pair of lacy black panties. I saunter around the bed and pose in front of you. You smile.“Want to see what else I’ve got?”You nod enthusiastically.I reach back into the drawer and. Bryant. I'll be fine."Jason buttoned and tucked his shirt in as he hurried down the hall. He went straight to the living room. Agent Butler was asleep on the couch, Agent Simms was nowhere to be seen, and Agent Yancy was sitting in one of the chairs, talking to Reverend Rice. Jason took a quick look around and stretched his other senses to their limits. There were no eaves droppers this time."Agent Yancy sir, Carla and I were talking at the bathroom. I didn't hear Agent Kelly coming down the.