And, I want you to know that it could be a nice thing for you if you let me touch them. I can make it worth your while.”. I nodded and I went back...to sunning in the yard, but kept feeling like his eyes were on me all the time.My grandparents returned form the city with all kinds of goodies. As usual, the families were in and out of the house most of the weekend. I was staying there and a relative from a nearby town was staying also. She was related on my Grams side of the family and we. "I'm heading out for a while," she announced."I see," I nodded, asking, "Isn't it a little hot for pantyhose?" Isn't a little too hot to be wearing a shirt?" She countered.I laughed, "I just put it on a couple of minutes ago. I was about to go and get a bite to eat and most restaurants have that whole no shirt, no service rule." Such a pity," she shrugged. "I'll be back in a couple of hours, I left my cell number on the kitchen table in case you need anything." I should be all right," I. With a sharp gasp he threw her to the floor. “You're such a nasty, little slut,” he said mockingly. “Wait until I tell your mother what I caught you doing.” Not knowing what he was talking about, but not wanting to get into trouble, she begged him not to tell on her. “Daddy, please,” she begged from the floor, crawling to her knees. “Don't tell, I'll do anything.” “Anything,” he smirked. “Get on your knees.” Before she could say anything more, he grabbed the back of her head and slammed his. ” He rose from his seat and retrieved the glass box, walking down the length of the table in order to present it to the seated monarch. The Borealan picked it up in his massive hands and examined it, his gold-plated claws clicking against the glass.“What is it?” he asked curiously, cocking his shaggy head.“This is the rarest and most prized of all the meat that Earth produces. It is known as Kobe, and it comes from the Japanese territory. The livestock are massaged every day to keep their meat.