I held the ribbon up for everyone to see, wondering if it was long enough to fit around her tummy. I got down on my knees. Megan raised her sweater to...show three inches of her belly. I put my arms around her waist to transfer one end of the ribbon to my other hand. My face was so near her tummy that I could see the delicate folds inside her belly button. I looked up at her face as the ends of the ribbon met. She smiled, and I smiled up at her, fondly.Right then, it was no longer an act. I. ”“What exactly is this place?” Casey asks.“A place where people discover their sexual needs,” she answers. “It is a place where one goes to learn to lose grip of societies rules on sexuality. Where you go to discover who you are, not what you told that you are.”“How did you find it?”“Well, for one I’m a therapist,” she says smartly. “But is has been around for a very long time.”“How long?” Casey pushes. “And why haven’t I heard of it?”Jessica shakes her head. “It doesn’t matter. All that. With his left hand he now repeated the action of before leaving my dress pulled down around my bust line, trapping my arms against my sides. The straps of my bra were now off my shoulders and he pulled out of our kiss, leaving just enough space between us for him to see me clearly. He paused then took hold of the top of the cups of my bra and pulled them down leaving my breasts exposed. I am very happy with my chest, I think my breasts, whilst quite small, are well shaped with well sized. Eyre. Mr. Watkins has now appealed to you." I was trying to be calm and judicious."Yeh. I read all that. What am I to do?" You have a binary choice: agree with Mr. Eyre and me or agree with Mr. Watkins." Do you know him?" Not really. He's the one who told me I'd stolen his rightful job nearly two years ago." Oh. That loonie. He sounds like a kookaburra." Sir?" 'Laughing Jackass'." I can't say that." No. I guess not. Very well. I'll adjudicate this. You and Eyre will get copies, of course.".