He looked at the two on hangers in his rack and decided against them. He never liked them and preferred his sport coat or just his sport shirt. He’d...given too many years of good service to the company to be intimidated by some silly nonsense about a sweater. He was tired of being treated like some kind of school kid forced to comply with a stupid dress code. He was an adult and knew how to dress appropriately.As rebellions go, it was a small one, actually insignificant. If anybody noticed he. "Katie never really had much chance to use her greater speed. She was forced to fight at close quarters and it was not long before Angie's greater strength began to slow her down and inflict awful punishment. It was only ten minutes before she was bidden by Angie to get to HER feet to be given the final mighty kick. Then she slumped to the ground.Angie waited anxiously watching the clock. Twenty minutes went by and she determined to ignore these horrible rules that SHE had never made in the. I haven't had sex in a month because of you. I'm horny and I'm pissed." She rolled her eyes. "You could have just said that instead of busting down the door while I'm trying to have sex with a guy." "You have sex every night! I think you can let me have my bed back one time so that I can get fucked, too. It's not fair." I watched as she started to see it from my point of view. The redness from anger slowly faded from her face. "I'm sorry," she said sincerely. "You haven't had any sex since I. And in none of those categories is he found wanting. At 120 lbs he weighs more than I do, and with the top of his head resting at nearly three feet from the ground, his ears could easily tickle my nipples.His big, loving, dopey eyes are transfixed on me and he lets out a pitiful “whump” from his big jowls. I giggle and push his head away, or rather, I attempt to. My little arm does little more than squish his skin around. I’m a little girl – not in the sense of age, but physically. I’m in my.