I can live off the accounts I have, but I've never been one to sit on my ass all day. I can go visit existing accounts or help with the marketing prod...cts for Bell Air." Don't you worry about that other crap. That's my job. You worry about selling, and keeping your customers happy. We'll be making some changes, and hiring some new people. I have a person working on the marketing materials, but it sounds as if you already have some prices, so it might help if you talked to them. We don't keep. His routine was a shower and shave before coming out. The dogs were waiting outside and she let them in as she sipped from her second mug of coffee. She covered the eggs on the stove so they would stay warm and felt a cold nose at her ass. She heard the women murmur behind her as one dog was already moving to Nikki. Nikki leaned on the sink and spread her legs to give the dog better access and sighed heavily, hanging her head as the dog found what he was looking for and began diligently licking. You pull up to an old abandoned shack, off a quiet dirt road and park behind it, shuttinf off the engine and turning out the headlights. The radio is still on, playing the beginning of Led Zeppelin's Kashmir. (Note- a song I have always wanted to have sex to). In the dark interior of the car, you grab my face with both hands and pull me to your lips, kissing me fiercely. You let go of me after a few minutes and push open your car door telling me to come, forgetting to shut it. I open my door. I was petite and looked like I would snap if a fly landed on me. Pretty my ass! I started to comb my hair and felt the presence of mystery guy behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulder. Why am I not afraid? “Aria, you are so beautifully sexy.” Adorable, maybe cute, but I have never been called sexy. I turn around. I lick my lips, out of habit. He places his right hand under my chin and leans in. He kisses me. First it was just soft kisses. Graceful kisses. Shocked, I start kissing him.