"Hands to yourself, tough guy," I warn with a stern glance. "For now."I circle around you slowly, teasing you with the provocative movements of my bod.... I move my hands down to the next button of my blouse and slowly undo it, revealing the black lace bra underneath. It's a push up bra and I watch your eyes trace my curves as finish opening my blouse. The front falls open exposing the soft skin of my tummy and my new belly ring. You grown softly and I can tell it's taking all of your control to. You get paid to do something inherently pleasurable. This is a job, like any other, but it comes with real perks and fringe benefits, even with the occupational hazards, wouldn’t you say?” Tyson rambled a bit, but his thoughts were actually very helpful.“So, yeah, I’ll never be President, but odds are, I wouldn’t be President, anyway. My grandfather was a Waffen SS officer. Like, for real. Hauptsturmführer Karl Koenig of the Sixth SS Panzer Grenadiers. He fought in Italy against the partisans. ”Sharon said,“If we are going to have a ceremony to celebrate our love and commitment to one another, I think Cory should have a special dress, too.“I don’t know how to sew nearly as well as Cory, but I saw a dress that Cory is making for one of your mom’s friends.“It is beautiful.”“Thank you, Sharon.“Maybe the two of us can make our dresses here at the farm house?“I’ve got all my sewing and tailoring stuff here and it’s organized the way I like it”“I would like working on something like that. The words before my eyes captivate me. Singular and simple yet... Each of them calling to the experiences of the last two weeks. Was it just two weeks? Sometimes it feels like a lifetime ago. Certainly, it was a different life than I had deserted the moment I had stepped across her threshold and offered myself up as a needy fly, desperate to become entangled in her web.As the music swirls around me, I submerge into captivated memory. Happy HouseMy head is spinning. Varnished floorboards lead.