Given his looks, his reputation as a lover and the number of nights available for seduction, it was equally inconceivable that he would not have been ...uccessful at least once.My wife knew him well; very well.She had been the woman closest to him in the hotel.She hadn’t answered the phone at all on the first night.She had been strange the next two nights when we did speak.There had been those strange noises in the background both times too.It took a few days for my puzzled mind to fit the. I closed my eyes. Our lips delicately met.Before I know it, our lips were pressed firmly against each other's! Ididn't know what came over me to do that but it was a very hot moment.It was my first time kissing a guy. At that moment I was reallyfeeling it. The tuck started to unravel a bit."Let's go back to my place," I told him."Are you sure?" he said as our foreheads leaned against one another's."A thousand percent yes!" I said.We couldn't get there fast enough. On the way home, we'd smile at. Bill Christian was driving Carol’s car with Brad sitting beside him. The two were taking advantage of the opportunity to discuss some financing elements important to marketing. In the meantime, the two wives were in the back seat giggling like schoolgirls. As the volume of their giggling rose, it got Brad’s attention.Turning in his seat he grumbled, “What’s so damned funny?”“It was Kathy,” Kim responded with a giggle. “She’s so damned cute ... And so funny, too.”At the reception, Ken Carlson. Period. As for what do I get out of it? Tits forone, or two rather. And becoming a bimbo. Let me rephrase that, afunctional bimbo. Second, a percentage of each transformation." Always about money. I knew it. Curious, what kind of percentage are wetalking?" That's quite hypocritical, Mr. Samson. I know what you charge for theseforced transformations. Anyway, the question you asked: for people youhelp, as I said there'd be a new company shelled so that there wouldn'tbe any ties to BTI whatsoever..