I explained to my mother that I needed to talk with Denise before Itook the job. Mom was a little deflated by that, but she understood.I called Denise... I left a message for her to get back to me. She calledback ten minutes later when she was on break. She still worked at AnnTaylor. I had worked there with her until recently, but I foolishly quitbefore I had another job lined up. I slowly explained to her what mymother had offered me and asked for her opinion.Denise responded, "You should take. .. but..." Carly stuttered and tilted her head toward the table behind them. "I'm not that kind of..." she shook her head, unable to find the words she wanted to say."I know you aren't. It was stupid, but I didn't want to let you leave." Holding her chin, he leaned forward and kissed her gently. "Will you please help me celebrate my birthday?"Carly nodded then whispered, "Yes, I would like to wish you a very Happy Birthday." She placed her hands on the top of his bare chest and slowly moved. .." Joy said doubtfully."Don't worry," I told her, "Practitioners of bondage and degradation and sado-masochism call breasts 'fun bags, ' because they're extremely sensitive, but can handle a tremendous amount of abuse. If I told you some of the things I've seen done to titties, you'd probably pee yourself - but ultimately, the women involved weren't permanently damaged." I went over and ran my hands over Karen's left breast, squeezing gently, "How does that feel, Slut?" Omigawd!" Karen gasped.. Tom and Mary had been invited to join the party in progress as they came upstairs, but were not unduly hassled when they made it plain they 'wanted to be alone'.Saul indicated Will's portfolio behind the door. "Will, are those the drawings we talked about?"Will began unpacking the work. "Yes. I've finished a lot of the things I just started last weekend, and I've started some other stuff. See what you think."There were twenty or thirty drawings of various kinds. There was no place to put them.