.” she stammered, wide-eyed. “I don’t deserve to-”“The hell you don’t.”Logan stopped limping through the hall, laid a hand on her should...r, and looked into her eyes with a serious expression. “None of this would have been possible without you. You are smart, capable, brave, and efficient, and you deserve to be recognized for that.”He smiled at her and started walking again. “So, you are stuck with the job. I’ll even sweeten the deal and offer you a hundred times your old pay.”“That’s still. Actually “like” probably isn’t a strong enough word. “Lust after” probably fits better. I’ll be honest, from the first moment I saw her she was forever entered into my memory spank bank. Her breasts have to be in the D range and natural. Of course that’s just me looking at them through a shirt, so I guess I can’t be sure. Anyways I have seen her in sweatpants and her ass is the kind you want to make pillows out of. Despite all this she still has a small waist. Growing up girls were always quick. I’ve wrapped them, and your arm is splinted for now as well. These ... these damned stones. Here, drink this, and let’s see if it helps you.”He held a potion to my lips. I could tell that it was one that should have healed major injuries, almost to the point of regeneration. It tasted just like it should. But instead of feeling my ribs knit back together, I simply felt the pain lessen. I could move my fingers now, but there was still no strength in the arm.“That’s what I was afraid of. We’ve. Also, I like sheer to waist, nude or suntan pantyhose and tights. Once again, I have no idea why, but I imagine it was all the aerobics and skating and shit that my hometown was famous for. You'd see moms everywhere in their toast colored tights and leotards going to aerobics and since we had a skating rink and I played hockey, there were always figure skaters running around. So I like what I like. I also like sheer toe hosiery. Once again, product of my times. The outfit of the days was nude.