Your job requires you to dominate your opposition. Then when yougo home, you're the bread-winner which places you in the dominant positionat home as w...ll. It seems to me that is a difficult role for a woman to play24/7. How do you do it?" "I think I see what you're saying. Yes, it would be nice to have someonefor me to lean on. I could be very comfortable taking orders for a change insteadof giving them, but that's not the situation I'm in. And you, are you married?" "Never been married.. It's just that I'm more of a coffee person in the morning. I don't usually do coffee after work." Oh, no problem, Bridget. Ummm..."I thought maybe that was the end of it, which I could have certainly dealt with. I could find another fantasy girl with the possibility of..."Can we do something else?" Bridget said, interrupting my thought process. "How about ice cream?"My, oh my. Take this precious young thing for ice cream? Hmmm ... let me think about... yes!"Sure, Bridget," I said nonchalantly.. She never truly understood his hatred for her but then again there were many things she didn’t understand. Why her chest protruded in such a way, why her shiny ebony hair was allowed to grow so long, to her waist infact, when everyone around her was shaven and so thickset when her own waist was so tiny yet melting into a beautifully rounded set of hips but everyone around her was so straight to her curvaceous ness and so totally flat above the waist which led her to another point, the bulges. "That was amazing, I didn't plan that, I swear I didn't planthat. Looks like Whiskers is enjoying this too. Now get ready for yournum-nums, baby." He thought she was going to pull out his pacifier, butinstead she did something with the front of it, pushing something intoit. Oh! That's what the hole was for! He suckled on the feeder pacifiertentatively, worried about what awful-tasting baby food was going tocome down into it, and suddenly he tasted the same delicious bananamilkshake that she'd.