His appearance more or less a formality as this company was his solely. He was the creator and founder of Playa Industries. His start as a womanizer l...d him to incorporate his flair for writing in with his keen sense of business. He started writing self-help books for guys looking to "get the girl". His play boy life style often flaunted in the pages making those who read even more of believers in the Playa's handbook. He brought others in to the gimmick such as having personal trainers write. She felt his intake of breath as she started to rub is erection. ‘Who says we have to go home? Oh, did I forget to tell you? I have no underwear on.,’ she said. ‘I’ll meet you in the bathroom.,’ he said. She giggled as she pressed her foot more firmly against him. She wiggled her toes as she felt him grow even bigger. Doing this to him always excited her, she never got tired of being proud that she can do this to him every time. She always got off knowing she can turn her man on this much. She. " Like what?" Jack inquired."Let's go dancing!" Lynn said, clapping her hands. "There's a cute little club just downstairs." Jack dances?" Anne asked Lynn."Yep, made him take lessons for a couple of years," Lynn answered as they both looked over at the man in question. "I made him take them when he was spending too much time on his perscomp. Told him he had to have some human interaction or I was going to take an axe to the damn thing. He's not bad either." It's your toes," he said. "But what. .. I berated myself for these thoughts. Pissing off the Almighty was not the way to go. Ah fuck it! I'd read Dante's Inferno and the Niven and Pournelle update of it. Even though my memories of the details of Hell's geography were a bit hazy, I knew the topography. If I ended up in Hell I was pretty sure I could navigate my way out of it. I'd have all eternity anyway. A memory of the final cantos filtered through to my consciousness and I laughed silently. 'When Hell freezes over', is a common.