. fifteen?"How's your work going? Still playing around with bacteria and spinach?" Guilty as charged. And you? You're applying to college in the fall,...right?" I'm EDing Harvard, mostly because my mom's a Radcliffe girl. She threw a fit when I didn't go to Sacred Heart for prep school, and I think she'll have a stroke if I bailed on Harvard too." Are you still CompSci?" No, that's why I agreed to Harvard. If I really wanted good computer theory, I'd have fought for Stanford or MIT." Not Cal. Mary shut up, afraid of Bruno almost as much as Jocko.“You need to exercise more, Mary. Get some muscles.” He pushed her until she was on his side facing away from Bruno. His hand ran over her naked side, the young girl squirming. “Hold still.” Mary’s body froze; Bruno’s hand sliding lowed down over the buttocks of the girl. He grabbed one buttock in his powerful hand and clenched on the flesh. Her buttocks tried to contract, but they weren’t powerful enough compared to his hand. “Skinny ass. "Those were all easy ones," Courtney explained as we drove back to the office."What's a hard one? When they want you to do it with them?" I asked."No, a hard one is when the client insists on reading and questioning every line of the contract, or wants their lawyer to do it. I mean, it's their right to do that, but these forms are all very standard. We're not out to cheat anyone. If we did something sneaky or illegal, the court costs would far exceed any gain. These clients aren't freakin' you. "Don't invite all the congregation to the party tonight. Just the ones you met."Rita nodded, and picked up her cell phone. "Will do. I'll call them right now. Just to make sure that's understood."At eight pm, two limos pulled up to the Playboy Mansion. Being early December, all the grounds and exterior was decked with thousands of Christmas lights. The bunnies, who opened the limo doors, wore skimpy red outfits, with a Santa hat between their rabbit ears.Both door openers froze as the Ladies.