Uh yeah OK he said and he made an adjustment to what I later found out was a ranging hardon and then stood up. They went in the kitchen together. Ever...one kept talking and having a good time. We heard my wife call back that she was going to put the potaoes in the microwave for a couple of minutes to make sure they where warm. I was thinking she is a genius..that bought her some time in there alone with him. They came back a good three minutes later with a steaming bowl of mashed potatoes. She. "Sorry about the wait," she said casually. "Just wanted to try on one more blouse." I think I stammered out some sort of reply, but I can't remember what. The rest of the evening passed in a blur.I replayed the scene in my mind a hundred times over the next few days. My feelings ran the entire gamut from furious, to hurt, to frightened and, finally, to curiosity and arousal. To make matters worse, I'd started imagining all sorts of strange behaviour on the part of Janice: how she was sometimes. Things back in Japan were proceeding acceptably. We were fielding multiple requests from other Japanese companies, large and small, all of whom wanted to hire their own synthetics. Technically, of course, AARD wasn’t needed for them to do so, but it was obvious that using us as a hiring service was much more likely to get results. Or, more accurately, our approval was desired by the synthetic community in almost all cases. This was pro bono work on our part, and we wouldn’t perform the service. Those lures you were looking at are ok, but around here you can catch almost anything if you have a nice firm worm. Not the little red ones but a nice wriggly night crawler.”The man chuckled and said, “Is that so?” He then nonchalantly slid his hand over his crotch where the outline of his slowly growing cock could be seen. “That sounds great! My worms are on the larger size and are a little hard for the fish to swallow. But I’m in a catch and release kind of guy so I can hope to catch the same.