"Remind me never to give you my life's savings to protect. I mean, all it would take would be a curious squirrel—" Hey, fuck you and the horse you r...de in on," she snapped, sounding genuinely offended. "Just fucking dig, asshole."I got my laughter under control quickly. This was sure no time to piss her off. As I continued digging—which wasn't as easy as it sounded, the ground was pretty thoroughly packed—I thought it wise to back off. "I'm sorry, honey," I told her contritely."It's OK,. I'm not sure I want him to come. Those artists can be a handful." We agreed and chuckled. Mom's chuckle awaited the translation.We chatted patiently while awaiting the sexy assistant's return, looking at the other paintings and the drawings of me and my penis. The assistant did a double take when she handed the cash to my sister. We stood in front of my penis. She smiled at me, licked her lips and headed into the back office, her formidable fanny swinging."Great advertising," my mom said. I. Ohshe was in so much trouble..." I can see Candi's hand moving faster asshe talks, oh gods..."Please stop," I plead, but that just makes her worse."Who are you to tell me what to do? Hmm? However prissy you dress and actyou're just an office slut like me." I.. I'm not a slut!" I protest, still hissing.Candi laughs at that, and is about to respond when we both freeze. Twosupervisors are standing behind Candi."Chattering again Miss Kane?" one says grinning..."No.. like it was soo her fault!". Blue to match perfectly his eyes, thought Karen, and black to match his hair on his head and on his forearms and the backs of his hands. The Italian blood was obvious. He was sun tanned, and Karen remarked, just as Sandie had indicated, that he was indeed a very handsome man. Probably in his middle forties, slim and elegant. And he had what could only be called: a winning smile. Despite Karens anxiety, she felt a small leap of another kind in her breast, and the tiniest feminine pleasure from.