[Thump] He landed on his butt. But, the patter never stopped. Chiding lovingly he looked up into her eyes as she came and stood over him. She bent her...head down and butted him again, gently this time. His arms wrapped themselves around her head and neck… lightly caressing, touching. His patter changed in inflection only, expressing delight and appreciation. Telling her in its tone and its tenor what she needed to hear. She whuffed at him. Kissed at his neck with big sloppy kisses and began to. Langley:Per your request, we have dissolved the corporation of Langley Racing, Inc., and have formed the corporation of JPR Performance, Inc. Officers are to be Mr. John Carpenter, President and CEO; Ms. Patricia Dannon, Vice-President and COO; and Mr. Ronald Langley, Secretary-Treasurer and CFO. Furthermore, per your request, Mr. Carpenter and Ms. Dannon shall have 51% ownership, and Mr. Langley shall have 49% ownership. Upon the death of either Mr. Carpenter or Ms. Dannon, the surviving. Almost as if she were...what? Transforming? No. Evolving? Closer, but not quite.Developing? Yes, that was it. She was coming into focus,like an image sharpening to a higher resolution.He raised a hand to his throat and drew it slowly down tohis cleavage, revelling in the aria of sensations hisfingertips raised over his (her) body. The desire to caressthat soft, ripening form was overwhelming. And why not? Shewas beautiful. Staggeringly beautiful, impossiblybeautiful. He roamed his gaze over her. ”“Okay. I guess this marks the end of the date, huh?” Morgan asked. “I guess it does. Um, thank you,” I told her.Morgan laughed again. “Yeah. Thank you too, Quinn.”“This was really fun. See you next time… or… y’know,” I replied, finishing strong as I turned around and started to walk before she could see me turn pink. I kind of didn’t even want to see how she reacted to that, in case it was negative or something. I didn’t know what the heck I was doing, and… I kind of feel like I made a fool of.