?I? You? You mean? You mean our Kimmy got ‘that’ job? Are you sure? She got ‘that’ job???Daddy, what did mom just tell you? Yes, I got the job... I got the job dad. Now, go, get dressed into something nice. You and mom. Put on your best. Let’s go out. Let’s celebrate this wonderful occasion. And daddy,? Kimmy smiled at her father. ?Dad? it’s my treat to you and to mom, okay??Kim’s father looked into his daughter’s eyes. ?Oh Kimberly, I’m totally overwhelmed! I just? I?? He rose from his seat and. She has a strong jaw, the chin almostsquare. She is not by any means ugly, but one of those women who you couldat best describe as "handsome". I place her in her early forties or late thirtiesat best. Her hair is dark, black or very dark brown, so it seems to me. I canimagine her as one of those fiery flashing eyed Latin girls that the pulp romancessometimes throw up. Yet she is not dressed in scarlets and frills with a low bodice revealinghints of heaving bosom, nor in the fine white lawn,. We want to see you naked." Could you leave the boots on?" Matt asked."Sure I can, it's Matt isn't it?" Yeah," he replied, pleased that she'd remembered his name.Alena quickly removed her top, and then made a short show of peeling off her shorts over the thigh high boots. That left her breasts bare and she hefted them in her hands and thumbed the nipples, thinking it was a cute way to excite the men in the room with her. She should have realized they were all ready overheated, and raring to. I check my mirrors for traffic and click down a gear and with the revs at 5 thousand, turn my right wrist for more.It is as if the cat within the bike opens her eyes and stretches. The bike pulls hard and I have to hold on the handlebars tighter. In an instant the tach reads nine thousand and we are already doing more than a hundred kilometers an hour, I back off the throttle and click up two gears. I would love to take the bike higher but I fear my abilities and the public road don’t really.