.. it would mean a lot to me ... to see a little more of you...”More of me? Did he mean a peek at my tits? Or my pussy? What the hell was he really ...alking about.“Mr. Simple,” I said. “Listen. We are both adults. Well, I am, almost. Please just come out and say it ... I’m not sure what you mean, at the moment. Just tell me, I won’t get mad, honest.”He sighed, and squirmed in his seat. I’m sure he knew he was crossing the line on this one. Hell, I was locked in his office with no witnesses. I. Mrs Kemp must have trained him!!No wonder Bengy had performed so well when she’d taken him home! She had fallen for the bait!Bengy must have fucked dozens of girls! That was so gross! The video disc! Oh my God; I must get that video disc before she sells it to that buyer!I quietly made my way from the kitchen while she was till on the phone and found a room that looked like a kind of workshop; a makeshift studio! Yes! and there was a fancy camera on tripod legs!Within a few minutes I knew I had. The fact that neither one of you has ended things with me yet has led me to believe that you are both okay with it. I understand you both have your reasons.”I glanced over to Renee. “You’re already in a relationship.” Then I turned to Amanda “And you just moved here and aren’t looking for anything serious.”They were both listening to me solemnly. I hadn’t lost them yet. “I guess I could’ve just kept my mouth shut, but lately I’ve noticed that both of you have seemed a little bitter whenever I. These were simple ones that produced things you used around the house, not complex clothes. In the back, though, were lots and lots of things on the different kinds of cloth. That was interesting. Different cloths could be combined like different foods, depending on what you were trying to do. Some cloth was better for one thing than another, and if you sewed the cloth into little pockets you could put stuff inside and make quilts. Since people had to rely upon fires for heat, not central.