As she struggled to regain some control, she wondered about her emotions. That twinge of excitement had rocked her world. What did it say about her ...eeling for Frankie, the man she loved who had all but ravished her mouth? What did that say about his feelings for her? Right now, he’d be happy, of course, but maybe only because he had just gotten off.The now limp penis slipped unnoticed from her mouth when she turned to face him. “Frankie, do you love me?" "God, how can you ask?" . I had never before voiced the feeling of security Jez gave when I was with him, but now that I had, I realised how very true it was. “He really looks out for me, mum” “Okay! Okay! I believe you, darling!” mum laughed as I gushed on and on about Jez’s innumerable good qualities. “When do me and your father get to meet the young man who has turned my usually level-headed daughter into a dizzy airhead?” she chuckled.“I’m not a dizzy airhead!” I protested, laughing in spite of myself. “I am a girl. Ibegan to quiver?.Oh, God, wouldn't this be wonderful, and then maybe a treat afterwards!Oooh ! Splash! I was suddenly doused with the melted water in one of the icebuckets for the drinks. Marguerite had silently motioned one of the guests,that damned Ken, to do this. But why? I looked up at my Goddess miserably. "You took too long, lambie ?and the guests have to leave now." Indeed,they were putting their coats on to go. The pitying look of the big-haired stenographerwas upon me as Ken helped. He said, ‘Rebecca, just listen to me for — ‘ ‘No,’ she shouted, ‘you listen to me. I busted my ass to get this done and everyone in this meeting agrees that it’s some of the best work they’ve ever seen. I’m an award-winning artist, and I refuse to sit here and have my work criticized by you and this little — ‘ ‘Rebecca!’ he shouted, slamming his palm against the table to shut her up. ‘I’m the creative director and the owner of this firm, and I’m telling you the color scheme’s wrong. And I’m not.