Slow down please. You know that I have an important meeting tomorrow, I won't drink because it always makes me oversleep."Cida covered her mouth with ...er hand, "uh-oh, I know that I forgot something. I didn't pick up your suit from the cleaners."Blood start pouring to my head. "But I told you it was important! My jacket is sopping wet, I won't have anything to wear tomorrow!" I was almost shouting."Don't choke on your temper," said my sweet wife, "I'll scare something for you to wear tomorrow.. I mean, think this through girl, I toldmyself, slowly, one step at a time - Wouldn't that be the logical nextstep? And I know how incredible I feel when I wear a sexy pretty bra. Imean come on, wearing a bra is the ultimate expression of sensuality andwomanhood. And since he is constantly striving to have those ultimatefeminine experiences...,what better way to do that then...Ok. Deep breaths. So...By wearing that most feminine article of clothing,a woman's bra, wouldn't he get that ultimate. As Runt’s face came into view, Schaffer saw that his expression was a mixture of fear and delight. It didn’t look as if the alien was in need of rescue. Zagza stopped at the foot of the bed, dropping Runt unceremoniously into the pile where he landed amidst fur and fat. It was hard to make out details through the peephole, but Schaffer spied ample bosoms and thick, heavy bodies as they coiled around the newcomer. Arms rose from the mass to wrap around Runt, a dozen hands questing up and down. "Yes, Master Nickolai, my name is Julie O'Hara and I was given your parlor address by my masseuse Tammy. She told me you are the best Ink man in the city. May I look at some of your design books to pick one out?"Nickolai smiled but it was not a smile that inspired confidence or extended a friendly welcome. In fact, it sent a delicious shiver up Julie's spine and she wondered where the strange thoughts about struggling under his control crept into her mind. She hoped her French undies were.