The men looked me up and down and nodded to each other, glancing up at me every now and then. One man coughed and pushed back his chair, “well gentl...men, what we have here is properly the rolls Royce of hosiery. You can tell by the way it clings to the subtle curves of this young ladies perfect body. As you can see the lack of reinforcement in the crotch area gives a more natural setting. The smoothness of the 5 denier material gives her femininity a glossy picturesque look. I had zoned out. ” “I was going to massage them.” Jerry moved his hands past Loren’s ankles and onto her legs. “Take your hands off my legs Jerry. I mean it.” “Come on, Lor. You used to love that.” “That’s over, okay? I don’t want you touching my legs or my feet again, Jerry. I mean it. So help me. If you do it again I’m out of here, you understand? “You’re really acting strange, Loren. I don’t know what I did to put you in this mood, but it’s unfair and undeserved.” “We’re finished, Jerry. So why don’t you do. After she’d gone I walked into the main bedroom of the two and stood before the full length mirrors on the built in wardrobe doors. I shrugged out of the dark blue silk robe which was all I was wearing and for the first time since going “under the knife” really examined myself.Without any hubris or pride I looked as amazing as I’ve always wanted to be. The bruising had gone from my glorious new breasts and the thread fine scars were fast fading into the invisibility that Avram Fine said they. Not surprising considering O’Reilly’s reputation, but the only reason Brandt agreed to help was the tape; they played him. He would gladly see Fitzgerald and O’Reilly pay up for their actions, but Sullivan was a different matter.Brandt believed that Sullivan was a decent man but in the wrong profession with the wrong wife. A man too honorable to expose the bitch for the slut she was. A man too honest to accept without guilt the dirty compromises that were required by his profession. Right now,.