" Sure you can. You kissed me often enough when your folks were watching." That was for them... pretending, and I don't think either of us reallylike... it." He had liked it -- a little - but he was hardly going to admitthat he had."Then we won't like it now. And we can go tell that crazy old bat that we_didn't_ like it, and she has to change me back." Okay," he said, feeling uncertain and not a little embarrassed. "How dowe do it?" Hell, Jim, just _do_ _it_!" She posed in place; her arms. After we went to our room, she offered to sleep on the floor and I told her that she shouldn’t go through so much trouble. So, we both were sleeping in one bed for the night. She accepted and said that she’ll be back in a minute and went to the toilet. I didn’t waste even a single second and started looking at her laundry pile for wet panties and sweaty bra’s. Just then, she came out wearing a beautiful nighty and spotted me. She asked “what are you doing?” I said that I was looking for a coin. “Sorry, it’s not an easy market to get into, when you’re not trained,” I told them.“Sometimes, training is overrated. With art, it must come from the heart, the technique comes with practice,” Jacque told me. “I don’t know where you’re getting your gems from, but I analysed some of them, and the closest match I can find is somewhere in Queensland.”“Home-grown is always best,” I replied and finished my beer.The boys looked at each other and then Hasid said, “Sign them for us in future, and we. "No, please," she said. I cut a strip from my roll of tape and strapped it across her mouth. She gave a resigned "mmph". I sat her up, pleased with my work:- one cute lady, very neat in her Hermés silk shirt and short black skirt, snatched, bound and gagged and no fowl ups this time.My satisfaction didn't last long. "Louise!" another voice was calling from the hall. The woman I was holding looked even more scared. "It's Jenny," the voice called, "I came straight over. Much better than talking.