I’d lift your nightgown over your head, letting my hands slowly brush their way up your body, caressing your sides and running over your breasts as ...hey did so. Next, I’d stand in front of you and reach around to your back to unhook your bra. Of course, I’d have to press my face between your beautiful, small breasts as I did so, letting my tongue lightly graze up and down your cleavage. As the clasp opened, I’d drag my hands along your skin, lifting your bra off of you, but not until my fingers. "Since the TV guy was filming us the whole time." Well it might be on there, I have no control over what those clowns do." I admitted.After I finished my meal, I walked out with the two of them. I left them at the big yellow Ford truck, as I got in my car and headed to the Mall.At the mall a lot of my old walking buddies passed me as usual. I alway smiled and said good morning as they went by. It cost me nothing to be polite, and someday it might pay off, I thought.I missed Tiny Dancer, so I. Henry was curious and invited them into his office.They refused and instead asked that he come out to the parking lot to their car.They persuaded him to get into the car, which was about 130 degrees, turned on the air conditioner, and cooled the car off immediately.The old man got very excited and invited them back to the office, where he offered them $3 million for the patent.The brothers refused, saying they would settle for $2 million, but they wanted the recognition by having a label, ‘The. " Ron said.Susan lifted the crystal out of it's case by it's platinum chain. She turned suddenly and draped the chain around Cindy's neck. Cindy gasped."It's like ... a friend." Cindy said, warmly, lightly fingering the crystal."Full properties?" Susan asked Ron."Not yet. But close. I wouldn't let the defense department get a hold of it. Nor any terrorist groups ... although that might not be a bad idea. It would probably vaporize them just for practice." Ron said."It's capacity?" Cindy.