"Dat's jus' great. Mon Dieu." Remy swore in French. "She atoy, alright. She don' have a name. Dat why he call her 'it'." "Maybe not." Logan said consi...eringly. "She coulda forgot itor she coulda jus' buried it if she been livin' without one long 'nuff, butit could still be inside her somewhere." "What de difference? Mean she still got no name." Remy insisted. It had taken awhile but Hank finally got Logan and Remy's implications. Thishad possibilities. A thoughtful look on his face and a gleam. Oh, wear the skirt, he likes short skirts, and he likes to watch us show ourselves, so make sure you let it be shown."I looked at her and I just said, "Thank you, would you do me a favor and call my husband and tell him I have another party tonight, that I'll see him when I get home."Jenny said, "Peter called him already and let him know. As I understand it, your husband really likes this job of yours. God, men are so stupid sometimes. If my husband ever found out what I do, he would divorce. He reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled-out a small tube, which he showed to Riley. Then a look I saw as completely evil crossed my boyfriend’s face. “I was even gonna use this to grease you up, you fucking twat!” His hand moved like a flash and a moment later, I heard the tube of lube land somewhere out in the woods. “But you ain’t nothing but a fucking little girl, begging me to take it easy. Fuck you! And that’s just exactly what I’m gonna do. So if you want somethin’. "I don't know if I see us as a couple, but I really enjoyed talkingto him. He invited me to the game on Friday." So I guess this means you aren't going to the lesbian side yet," shesays jokingly, "If you are let me know before I get undressed in front ofyou. You know I think you're pretty, just not in that way." You have nothing to worry about," I lie as we both laugh and continuechanging.We finish changing and exit the bedroom. The outfit I'm wearing fitsawkwardly on me, but I suppose it's.