" From what I'm told, clothing is a concept that Gargoyles had pressed on them by humans," explained Owen. "In times past Gargoyles wore nothing at al... in the way of clothing."Argent grinned as he tried to picture Goliath and the others parading around the castle naked and when the image of Angela came to mind, sans-clothing, he stopped before his imagination got him into trouble. "What time is it?" he asked, quickly changing the subject.Owen looked at his watch. "Just a few moments before. I guessed he was probably 35. I like a sharp-dressed man, and he was immaculately groomed. I stepped to one side politely and he pushed the door-close button as I had a nice long look at his toned figure. I guess it might have been a sixth sense, but I knew something was wrong. I must have been standing that bit too close to the elevator doors and when his eyes followed my legs upwards, I just thought, ‘OK, have a good look, why don’t you?’ I looked down and then I realised my dress was moving.. ” I said. He pulled his fingers out, rubbing them together to feel their slickness. His demeanor changed rapidly again and I noticed his eyes flash with passion, his body reacting to his desires. He leaned down and kissed me with earnest, breathing more heavily and turning my insides to mush. As he attacked me with more kisses, I felt his erection from underneath his jeans graze my thigh, unconsciously humping and rubbing against me. The motion sent shivers into my core, and my body actually. “Wha… Jake? Whats going on, dear?”“Aunt Vicky, I’m really sorry about earlier today. I hope you aren’t mad.” I told her.Even in the dark, I could see well enough to know my aunt was frowning at me. “I can’t believe you chose Brigette over me!”“I know, I know. Listen, Aunt Vicky, we both know that you’re a better cock-sucker than she is, but I had to have you be the loser because there’s something in particular that I need you to do for me. Something that you probably wouldn’t do.