The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not confor... entirely with reality. But isn't that the whole point of fantasies--what could be? With historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]I do not practice nor do I condone any of the sexual acts about which I write, other than. Even if it means taking a risk, you must stop his counters if you are to have any chance of delivering your own attack.”Denshi took the Grandmaster’s words and charged towards Eric. Once again, he unleashed a storm of frenzied attacks. Eric, rather than blocking, would direct the attacks away from himself, like he was avoiding a swinging knife. The Argata style involved precise strikes to pressure points and weak spots while injecting one’s own spirit energy, providing electrocution-like. ”Nick laughed in spite of himself. “Fine. The weather’s not my fault. Are those the numbers for IBJ you’re looking at?”“Brianna says she’ll have the IBJ numbers for me by three. She’s in Edinburgh, so that’s be four here. I’ve got two brokers in New York who desperately want your business who have agreed to double check her work. I’ll strip out any sensitive, non-aggregate data and send it to them. They’ve promised to have an answer for me by five PM New York time, which is eleven here. Barring. Anne unlike her and her mother, was blonde and very petite. Her mother had been curvy and so was she. Bella at her age of 13, had suple B cup breasts and a womanly curve the followed down to her hips, and further down her small shapely legs. Bella sat down at the table and folded her napkin in her lap, right as her uncle and Anne walked in together, Anne had chosen a very tight fit dress, that split up the leg to the hip showing off almost all she was supposed to be hiding. Bella almost.