That added thrill creates a taste that nothing else can match.”“So I am just a Puffer Fish to you?” she said. I could tell she was upset by the ...omparison.“No,” I said, “you are already the most tasty morsel a man could ever desire. And that makes you worth the risk.”I paused and looked down at the table. “But there is more than that,” I said softly.I continued to not meet her eyes through the long silence, then I continued, “I was there last year in New Orleans when you took that young man. "Logan!" Go away," he snapped, waving his hand at the door of the room.For a moment it clenched, the claws within about to spring forth.Then Logan stopped himself, remembering Ororo was not his enemy."Get out of here," he told her instead. "Just leave me." Words, he knew from experience, could be sharper than adamantium.Ororo shook her head, then stood up and sat down on the bed. She took Logan's face in her hands, turned it back towards her. He grimaced at her cool touch. For a moment he felt. Ginny was over, and getting some new top made. It was her custom, being something of a brazen and lower middle class woman, that she'd just take off her outerwear and be not the slightest bit conscious of her...appearance. I was sitting there, on the floor, looking up, and almost gasped as I noticed something I'd never seen before on this goddess- like woman in all the times I'd seen her in various states of undress. I looked up and saw a sheer bra that encased those lovely breasts ever so. I moved my legs to one side of his instrument and lifted them to the ceiling. I leaned back against the chaise lounge and slipped my fingers into my knickers, and pulled them down over my thighs, down over my legs and left them dangling on the end of my feet. I lifted my legs up to Michael and smiled. He took my knickers and before depositing them on the floor, raised them to his nose. I lifted my dress until it was wrapped around my waist and repositioned myself either side of his double.