.. She said.... obviously the same thing... With a smile..I said you cant.... She said how do you say that... K.. Lets try that practically... I said...just for 5 minutes come on your bikinis.. She said y... With a anger.. I said do.. I have a idea to prove my side.. She did as i know she was very control... And she would surely thrash me.. If am goin to do or even anythin bad..She removed.. Her dress was in her bikini.. a blue bra and matchin panties... I said you really look.. Good.. She said. " She paused, here and looked at me again. "At least you're cute; I'm not too sure about myself." As she said that last line she ran her fingers up her body, from her slim hips to those small but perfectly proportionate breasts. It was almost like she was a stripper practicing her routine with her clothes on. This woman should never be allowed to watch MTV or soft core porn. "Am I cute, Tim?" All I could do was nod my head up and down."Well let's talk about it some more, how about tomorrow at. That's the law. Now shake that ass!"Debbie was stunned. What he said was true, but she had never thought that particular ruling would ever effect her. She wasn't a reporter and had no desire to go see a bunch of sweaty men after a football game. And yet it didn't seem right that Mr. Bradford could come in here and watch her dress.Feeling definitely uncomfortable in the costume, she picked up a pair of tennis shoes and hurried out onto the field. The team was going through their calisthenics,. "No, I am not the Devil, but a devil. You may call me Beatrix." She had read my mind, which in and of itself would have be freakish if not for her three external protrusions that I mentioned earlier. (The last paragraph, in case you missed it.)I sat back down with a long, drawn out sigh. "Why are you here?" I asked bluntly, ready to strike at moments notice, devil or not.Beatrix blinks. "The typical human reaction when they see me is fear, yet you do not show any signs of such emotions.".