We know that is different from most other peoples but it works well for us."At that moment, one of the other men came up behind me. He started to kick...me. I said, "That would be most unwise. I would have to hurt you and you might hit some of our breakfast food when you fall."He said, "You aren't a real man or you wouldn't do a woman's work." He didn't take my warning and started his foot forward. I grabbed his foot and forced it away from my body and high into the air as I stood. He fell. I reveled in her sensuous moans and let the sound of her ecstasy cradle me in its sweet embrace. Getting to my knees, I pulled her along with me and for a long moment simply stared into her eyes. Her green orbs were clouded with lust as I continued to stare hungrily. I touched my fingers to her face lightly, as though to make sure that she was real, and then kissed her tenderly. A simple connection of lips on lips. It was perfect; just what she deserved. Almost u*********sly, I began replaying. $900 for a bra? I think not. Langston, on the other hand, did not see things that way at all so I had no idea what to expect whenever I got a new delivery. (Oh, yeah, he loves messengers and delivery services. He needs to train a monkey to run stuff from one side of L.A. to the other so he can save money.) The package on my lap was kind of heavy so I guess it might be a dress. I opened the envelope and pulled out the evening's directives. He likes to be dramatic about it, using ivory vellum. I gave him fighting lessons. He wanted to resume his natural duties as gatekeeper for the Calak and I was happy to make him even better at his job.My first real job was breaking him of the habit of grappling at the drop of a hat. A few times of depositing his charging ass on the ground got him the message. The next trick was teaching him a few throws. A sidestep and a yank on an outstretched arm or a large foot pushed between the legs of the other idiot as he went by seemed good enough to me. I.