" Oh pooh!" she snorted. "I'm sure nobody would bother me with you around." And just who would protect you from me?" asked Bob impulsively."You're a h...rrible old flirt, do you know that?" giggled Mandy, the heat in her belly firming into a little ball at his implied compliment. "I have to go to work," she said, and turned to skip down the stairs to the saloon, which led to the galley.Matters didn't come to a head for a while, which allowed Bob to concentrate, more or less, on his job. That job. I was a little put off by his attitude, asking the questions he had. I didn't feel we were quite that friendly, not yet anyway, and doubted we ever would be.I sat thinking about the two guy's they had sent to us. Darren was black, twenty four years old, around five nine or ten, a hundred eighty pounds and muscular build. He seemed very nice, polite and pleasant to be around, whereas Ron, appeared arrogant and somewhat pushy in his mannerisms. If I'd had to chose one of them to work with, it. Net, your wish is our command. This is Brad, how may I help you?" He had one of those 'radio voices' like he thought he was really cool sounding." "Brad, my little brother used your company to turn me into a girl. I want to change back, how can I?' "May I have your address, miss?" Brad asked. I gave it to him and I could hear him type something into a keyboard. "Ah, yes, Kenny Jacobs, his wish was very specific and very detailed, most unusual for an eight year old. He wished. I again held her by her hands and pulled her and held her tight in my arms and whispered slowly in her ears that she was irresistible and I cannot help myself to keep away from her. I quickly put my right hand in her jeans and left hand in her T shirt from behind and started rubbing her body and ass from where I had left. She was resisting hard but my confidence had increased and my grip had tightened on her. My lips were reaching for her lips which she was avoiding by turning her face on both.