.."-so then, when he turned his head back round to look out his window, he was faced with my fat arse and I blew off a real loud stinker, right in his...face!"She burst out laughing."Oh my God!"I erupted with laughter."That showed him!"I continued to laugh."I know, that'll teach him for being a scrooge."She smugly smiled and then chuckled."Yeah, but if that's what being a scrooge gets you, then I'd have to start hating Christmas!"I giggled."Oh, you want to have your face farted-on?"She creased. He pooled a large amount of his aura in front of him as if to teleport, but instead of traveling with the energy as usual, he allowed the energy to teleport alone. This created a circular portal about five feet in diameter that lead directly to the Bank of America rooftop. On the other side of the portal stood a shocked Dave Brighton. Before he could react, Ben activated an aura whip and pulled Dave through the portal and into the room of reporters. After restraining him for a moment, Ben. He grins and pulls off his shirt, flinging it onto his laundry hamper and stepping out of his jeans. Just teasing, man, he responds, pulling my legs apart and climbing into the bed, pulling my left thigh to his hip. He kisses me slowly, flicking his tongue piercing against my upper lip. He works his way down from there, biting my neck and shoulders, kissing my chest, leaving a hickie or two along the way. He looks up at me over the top of his glasses, that delicious smirk on his face, and bites. My contributions were puny compared to his brilliant strategy.We had long ago figured out that my role was to support Ben, deal with our medium and smaller clients, and generally keep the home office operation running smoothly and efficiently. Not surprisingly, I was good at it. Our Florida based locations maintained a very steady eight to ten percent growth and a very attractive return on investment every year. Several multinational conglomerates looked on us as a good acquisition opportunity.