She couldn't let that happen. She mustn't let it happen! She had to be good, to save herself for the man who would care enough about her to marry her....arry was trying to crawl up over her. His rigid cock-shaft was grazing her thigh. It couldn't have terrified her more if it had been a razor-sharp knife.With superhuman energy, she drew her legs together and jerked herself up into a sitting position. He tried to grab for her, but she was every place at once -- snatching up her purse, reaching for. "That's okay, Stan. I won't make you ride your bike if you're prepared to drive me to the bar, I suppose!" Good. I thought we could invite Denise, too. She's seemed a little withdrawn."Anne drew a breath, and Stan wondered if she'd baulk after all and he'd have to re-think his idea, but then Anne said, "You, me and Denise? That sounds like a good idea, Stan," and she stood, wrapped her arms around him and kissed him, quickly but with feeling.Even with all that had happened between them, Stan. One Friday I decided to surprise him. I got home early for work and set up the lights and got into an outfit. When he came in and saw me I could feel his pheromones wash over me. I knew what that felt like by now but it never failed to get to me. I immediately felt myself getting excited. ‘Have a seat over here, monsieur. We’re here to please you.’ I said, dropping into one of my stripper characters, an immigrant from Paris with a sexy French accent. I handed him a drink I had prepared. ‘Here. She asked where he got that one and he said he got itat the White House at a supper."You must be someone special for them to have you for supper at the WhiteHouse." There were four others that got the same medal that night. All it was,was a photo opportunity for the President." What did you do to get that medal?" I really don't care to talk about it but if you must know our companywas under attack and I killed two men and permanently crippled another.It wasn't like I threw myself on a live.