I knocked on the screen door, and Belle hollered “Come on in, Brett. I’m in the kitchen.” I opened the door and went in, straight toward the k...tchen. As I looked thru the doorway from the living room, I could see Belle, all bent over wiping water up with a towel. I stopped and stared, my mouth practically hanging open, admiring the view. Her white shorts were soaked, making them practically transparent. I could see her asscheeks clearly, as her thong underwear disappeared between them. . Cindy jerked and screamed, her tears starting afresh. My secretary lashed out again and again, sinking the tough leather into Cindy's unprotected flesh. The sharp smacks sounded like a rifle being shot. Soon, Cindy's ass was a criss-crossing bunch of welts; Cindy was crying continuously. I asked her once again whether or not she would clean me off. She hesitated. I nodded to my secretary, who took careful aim. Her arm jerked downward, and the lash fell right between Cindy's ass cheeks, slashing. I mean -- you were right. I DID treat her like a piece of shit." Both Lauren and I are convinced you and Monica are perfect for each other. We're talking fucking perfect, Reid. I want you to pick up that phone and call her. And I want you to do it NOW."Reid picked up the phone and set it down again."Look," Brad said as he stepped around Reid's desk to face him. "I see three possible outcomes. One -- you call and get shot down. Least likely outcome, but if it happens -- you forget her and get on. I heard nothing, so I let myself in. The kitchen was to the right, but I stopped dead when I looked to the left. There, in the middle of their spacious living room, was Mrs. Shannon, asleep on the couch. Not just asleep, but topless. That's right, topless. I stood there, not ten feet away from her, unable to move. Her blonde hair fell about her shoulders, one hand rested on her bare stomach. She wore jeans, and that was it. Her breasts--good god they were even better than I imagined--rose and.