I had just dialed her cell phone when there was a knock on the door.I opened the door, and there was little Becky. She had her hair in two ponytails a...d was wearing the white shirt buttoned over her breasts and her short schoolgirl skirt. I noticed that she was not wearing her collar or cuffs. "Hi, sir," she said. "Do you have some time to spend with me?" For you, little Becky, I'll always make time," I told her.She skipped into the apartment and stood in front of the couch, her hands behind. Smiling, you say, "Yep. Though technically all I can see is the beautiful cleavage above that lacy bra you're— ahem, still wearing." Ha ha. I don't think so, buster. You see, I'm a woman, Paul. I have to get in the mood, first. I need to be kissed, to be massaged, to be spoken to. For me, I feel like sex after we've had a long, intimate conversation together. You want me ready? You'll have to work for it." Well, I'm ready right now," you say."Really?" Really, See for yourself." Oh, you're just. While I’m sure you’re used to it by now, it turns out she’s really good at everything she does.” The sharp click of tines against china as she stabbed the plate a little too hard didn’t stall his rush of words. Was that innuendo? It didn’t sound like innuendo. Did it? Was that Kathryn trying to get me to stop? Am I making it worse? He was desperate to interrupt himself and collect his thoughts with the assistance of a mouthful of wine, but Bill was still looking at him, waiting for the rest.. You shouldprobably have that checked out. However I have no interest in tryingagain. As you have not taken the time to learn my name, I assume you havethe same interest in me that I do in you. Anyway my next appointmentshould be arriving soon, so I'm going to have to asked you to leave."Eugene just watched, mouth hung open, as the woman reached into thenearby closet and pulled out a few garments, before grabbing him by thearm, and leading him to the door. "I have these just in case.