" Liv found a holster for her P-22 in the pile of supplies. She took the gun back and strapped the little weapon securely to her right hip."Didn't wan... to carry that little pea shooter in your waistband?" Finn teased as he adjusted a shoulder holster rig. Damn! Finn thought. Do all women look so sexy with a gun strapped to their hip, wearing bunny slippers, or was it just her? Finn concluded that all women probably would, but Liv made the look particularly alluring.Liv noted Finn staring at her. Couldn’t have done a better job, sir.”“And everyone else?”“Excellent, sir. They have all been doing very well.”“That is what I thought, Dennis. So why does everyone suddenly need my guidance and approval?”“Well sir ... I ... I suppose they all want your approval.”“And they shall have it, Dennis. But I think it will be better if I go round each department and see how they are getting on and discuss things with them, rather than having them come into my office one by one, or I shall get nothing. She followed his movement and felt his eyes burn up the shimmering flesh of her raised thigh. She was painfully aware of the way her hairless pussy was exposed in all its pouting glory, but she felt the heat of defiance flush through her lips."Oh really," she said, skeptically. "And why is that?" Same reason you treat me like one of your unpaid, college interns back at the office," he said, his hand drifting toward the crotch of his trousers. "Calling me into your office to look over plans I've. Richard focused on his sister's finger as it traced the three quick letters of her ritual puzzle before moving on to what she was going to make for breakfast.The puzzle? He'd never solved it. Feeling what was for breakfast? That was easy."Pancakes," he muttered into the mattress."Good boy. And the other thing?" she scratched the thick brown hair at the back of his head."I still have no fucking idea what the hell 'imu' means." Ooh, poor little Scooter. Don't worry, you'll get it someday. You're.