She's a brilliant architect, you know, and a terror with sloppy builders."She's getting into the big airport in Oakland at around 1530 this afternoon,...so I'll be going over to pick her up. Luckily, her flight is non-stop."I'm also waiting for a call for me to go over to Vegas – Steve and Chuck are bound to want some building work done there. I'd have gone with John this morning if Fran wasn't coming. Can I please have a plane to take me down in the morning?" Sure," I said, thinking about all. People named their dogs and cats, horses, birds, but nobody named an ant or a trout. They were ranked three different ways: the type of fucking they were assigned to, how harshly they could be treated, and what level of animal they were. I had to read that over a few times, the fucking geek had to complicate things. They always did. I turned to the last few pages and, just like you'd expect from an egghead, he'd put in a few pages of appendix. Some examples of their assignments. A Fuck Whore,. His own tongue stayed put. He felt so passive. Sasha stroked Wendy's stockings, his hand moving slowly up the thigh as the kiss continued. A scent of deep musk almost enveloped Wendy as he nestled back on the settee and let Sasha do his thing. Hesitantly, he put his arm around the tv's waist. The kiss broke."Mmmm, you kiss divinely," said Sasha, flicking his hair. "Did you like that?" Yes," Wendy admitted. "Yes, it was lovely..."The kissing continued, Sasha slowly moving his leg over Wendy's -. I reached out for herhand and tried to lead her to the stairs"You're just sleepy. It's time for bed. We'll play more tomorrow," Ioffered up.She went stiff and resisted my lead so my patience wore out. I grabbedher wrist and tugged. This is when I noticed something I had not thoughtof before: she was a big girl. My mother, sister, and I are slender butLarry, my step-father, was Samoan. He was a very big man. Jenny carriedhis genes. Her chest and shoulders were about the same size as mine..