I could let her win. "OK, but with two conditions." Which are?" First, we wrestle in the underwear we are currently wearing, and we go to lunch in the...clothing we are wearing, so you can't put on better clothing now or after. Second, if a piece of my underwear is damaged, you'll loan me the most satisfactory replacements, if I need them to go to lunch or to get home."For you to get home, sure. You won't be wearing any underwear to lunch!"A look into her eyes told me she was very serious about. ” “I don’t have to do what?” she asked. Silence ensued, again. Then he told her, “You don’t have to take your hand off my leg.” She looked at his leg. She looked at him. Again, she looked at his leg and then at him. The hand, suddenly, laid down on his leg again. “Like this?” she said, smiling warmly. He nodded. “You like it when I touch your leg like this? I don’t mean to disturb you when I do it. It’s just a habit of mine.” “It’s nice,” he said, smiling into her eyes. “I do like it.”. "I can't remember thinking about pettiness as a trait when I designedyou, son," said God, now quite annoyed. Adam could tell when God was awee bit angry by the darkening skies and the rumble of distant thundersin the rolling clouds."Well, you did say that you made me in your image. So maybe, just maybe,my pettiness comes from..." said Adam, his voice a little bit squeakyout of fear, but ultimately defiant nevertheless."Enough!" roared God, and a single shaft of white light from the heavenssmote. "Why don't you explain to your daughter how we came by this money old whore?" I said to her backside.She began to stand and I reached out and slapped her left cheek stinging her wonderful cheek which made her bend back over and grasp her ankles again."That's how much I earned for being a whore at the weekend," she confessed to Alice whose mouth dropped open."Elaborate," I said. She knew I'd want her to tell all."Mistress loans me out to my old boss Mistress Mulherne, I was the company whore in.