Brenda reached over and took the radio. Bob showed her how to key the mike.“I’m fine!“ she yelled into the radio.Bob winced. It had to be loud b...ck in the office. He shushed her and she lowered her voice.“I’m fine,” she repeated, in a normal voice. “I’m almost starved, because Bob can’t cook for beans, but I’m perfectly fine.”There was the sound of laughter as Rowdy keyed his mike. “OK, I’ll scout them up and tell them their baby girl is dandy. When you figure to ride in?”Brenda shrugged and. She’s tentative at first; her movements mechanical and timid. She shifts back and forth with small, shy motions. My hands guide her to move with longer strokes, and she eventually catches on. She starts to put her abs and back into it. Her torso flexes beneath the yellow spandex of her shirt with each advance, and then her back arches slightly and her ass protrudes from her spine with each retreat. She looks at me the whole time, her face dawning with realization as her instincts begin to guide. She goes to the kitchen to get the food. He puts the towel over her seat to protect it and opens the bottle of wine sitting on the table.Dinner is more than he could have anticipated. They spend it chatting about their days. Her, about the workers, the auction house, and finally about the Bank President’s visit about the money. Her excitement of the day is infectious, and Donald feels this glow wash over him as he listens to her happiness.Why is she affecting him this way? He no longer. “What do you want”Bruce almost said the first thing on his mind but quickly bit his tongue and pretended it was just him thinking despite the both of them knowing he doesn’t do that when he actually thinks, “uuuh, maybe a sandwich?” Kent didn’t answer as he started grabbing things and started to set them down, it wasn’t until the man pulled out a pan did Bruce realize it wasn’t going to be a quick ham and cheese, he could make that himself anyway so he didn’t know why that was his immediate.