” “Please, that class is so easy I can’t get any worse than a B even if I don’t study.” I replied. “Prove it.” he said. “Ooh, I think ...e may have a bet. I want in. What are the stakes?” I thought it over, “$100. Who ever gets the best grade in Econ wins and he other two have to pay up to the winner.” “Dude, I don’t have any money for betting.” John complained. Amy’s the one that came up with the solution. “Whoever wins makes the other two do something outrageous, like run across campus naked or. I'll be gentle honey ... God you're so lovely!"What could I do? Resistance was futile and would probably only cause me pain.I moved my hands from his chest and wrapped them around his neck and slid my nyloned calves around his waist. Had anyone come up or down the stairwell they would have been greeted with the following sight:A large muscular man embracing a petite businesswoman, bracing her up off the floor and against the cold brick wall, her arms locked in embrace around his bull neck. My fingers just lightly feather over the little nubs as they become hard. I walk into his office. He glances at me over his book. He arches an eyebrow and starts reading, “I can’t help myself from running a finger over their rims until a light aw echoes into the room.” I circle my nipples in real life, picturing his voice as deep, thick and warm. I picture him curling his finger at me and I walk up to his desk. He shoots a glance at the desk and I make my way on top of it, my legs on either. “My instructions are that the yacht is tax-free as long as you own it,” he explained. You could have knocked me over with a feather. “If you ever sell it, you’ll owe the original registration fee and tax on the estimated value, and the new owner will owe tax on what he pays for it, as well as registration fees. Considering who the former owner was, and what the ship was used for, I have to agree with the decision.”One of the ship’s crew used an electric pallet jack and left the empty moving.