She had mentioned that it was the first time she had ever come to a conference without her friends and her peers. ‘Why did you come alone to this co...ference?’ he asked her. He could sense immediately that it struck a nerve. She regained that ill at ease feeling. She got quiet. John found himself quite uncomfortable. ‘I am sorry, I did not mean to ask anything too personal,’ he replied to her hesitation. ‘It’s okay. It’s not you. I… I’m just not sure how to answer it.’ She got immediately quiet. I bring my hands inslowly, until her nipples just touch my palms. They're stiff and eager, andtickle the palms of my hands as they rise to press against me with her breathing.Finally my touch is more than she can bear, and she caves her chest, bringingher shoulders up to protect herself. I go to the dresser lamp and turn the lights off. I leave the bedside lampon, and throw a red scarf over the shade. It's crude, I know, but it givesthe dim light a lurid, red cast, making the room feel even. Her red miniskirt had a red frilly lace tulle fringe under the hem; the top was cut to show her cleavage, as well as her tight, taut abdomen, all held together with a candy cane and bow. Four-inch patent leather black open toed heels held her up, while the mid-thigh red and white striped stockings were buckled with a belt, gift wrapping her legs. She topped it off with a red Santa shawl, fringed in white fur and tied with a ribbon. She looked like the sexiest Mrs. Claus you could imagine. She. ”After handing over a file with some background info on Bruiser his boss turned and left. Calvin’s mind went into turmoil thinking about what the hell he was going to ask a person whom he had never even heard of, or let alone seen a photo of before.Opening the folder before him, he stared at pictures of someone who looked like a gigantic marauding warrior.'Oh god,’ he thought to himself, ‘Anything but this.’Calvin spent the next forty minutes looking over the dossier that had been handed to.