“Duh!” I said shaking my head.“Sorry, but I did need to make sure I hadn’t missed something else.”“I suppose having your training kick in ...akes sense, because that’s what I’m asking for.”“I’m going to say something that will probably have you out of that chair with your hands around my throat, and I’m not talking about erotic strangulation.”I sighed, “Go on.”“All you can do is listen. She has to do the rest. Sound familiar?”“Eight fucking years of school, a year of clinical training, and three. With their palms even, her fingersonly reached to the middle knuckle of her old hand. And she shook herhead at that, and then looking out from their hands, she saw theirarms. Her arm looked like a twig as compared to the thick muscular armthat was now Mitch's. And she blanched. At this, she looked morecompletely at the form she now occupied as compared to what she hadbeen just a little while ago and she grew scared. Now, she was a tiny,most likely weak girl. How was she going to defend herself?. . well, Step-Mom actually. She’s VERY particular.”“Thanks Linda” I replied, wondering if she was being sincere and had no idea about what her Step-mom and I did…. Or did Linda know everything? I couldn’t tell. “I’ll do my best.”“And that’s ALL she wants” Linda added with a chuckle. “See you around.” She turned, flipping her long blonde hair around and over her shoulder as she walked away, her very sharply ass barley covered by her tight cut-off jeans.“Yea” I answered, my head still buzzing,. Even has her tongue stud in." How do you know..." Because she never dresses slutty at work. And she looked at me with some 'whipped puppy dog' stare and made sure I saw the tongue stud." Well, I guess that's a sign..." I'm going to make up a long lunch appointment, so I'll be out ... why don't you sorta 'drop in' at 11:30?" No ... I want her to come here." She'll be disappointed." Who cares what she thinks ... who's the master?"Lisa giggled. "You are, sir." That's better, and don't forget that!.