... You meanwhile are wearing your trademark jeans and shirt... . Casual but oh so sexy as I relish the thought of you getting out of them.... You tos... your shirt over the chair, swiftly followed by your jeans and pants.... I let out a gasp at the sight of your already hard cock.... I'm mesmerised and beg you to take me now!! You smirk and say, all in good time, patience!! You climb beside me and playfully tussel my hair. Attentively kissing my face.... Holding me close with my back pressing. 'Beautiful,' he murmured in a deep smooth voice. He walked round me, looking me up and down. His body was as it promised to be from the photographs I'd seen. A broad chest covered in a mat of dark hair. Broad shoulders. And as he passed me the strings of the thong outlined a pair of round powerful buttocks. The stockings followed every contour of his strong, shapely thighs.He stood behind me. I could smell his aftershave again. I felt a sensation on my right shoulder. He was gently kissing it.. . oh!" Alice could see that Sebastian was amused by the implication of her remark. Huffily she continued, "I meant that I wanted to talk to you about the way you work now. By repute it's rather different to the way that many authors work."Sebastian's FactoryAlice Barton was beginning to wonder if the story was worth the effort. Of course Vetch was a renowned literary figure now and, yes, his methods were the source of much speculation. In the past though, whenever anyone had asked if his work. "I don't play cards, Jarrod. You know that," the Reverend replied, jutting out his jaw."Don't play word games with me, Ethan," Jarrod retorted. "A false move will give us a lot of problems. We're already on thin ice. I've got this figured out. We can have our cake and eat it, too." How so?" Ethan asked, furling his brow, suddenly interested.Jarrod drew closer to Ethan and answered. "News of your sermon is sure to get around. The School Board will be forced to react to it. Just stand fast and be.