" That is total bull shit. This is not a computer error. Some son of a bitch did this on purpose. See that picture? That is not the one I chose. When ... placed the order I said I wanted the three quarter profile. Now I intend to find out what happened here and someone is going to pay, big time." He leaned over the counter and frowned at her."Look, Sir, Mr. Prick, er, I mean Price. If you sue me, I'll go out of business." Her eyes were wide with fright as she began to comprehend just how great. “I know,” Penelope says. “And you won’t tell me anything.”That’s because you don’t ask.“I do.”When?”“All the time.”When?“Like when I asked if you were a lesbian.”You’re not asking the right questions.“I wasn’t aware that there were wrong ones.”Oh yeah, there are wrong ones.“So?”So what?“Are you going to tell me some of your secrets?”They’re not secrets.“Then what are they?”Things I want to keep private.“So you’re not going to tell me?”No.“Even if I ask the right questions?”No.“Then what’s the. .. there was no reason I couldn't, apart from the waist problem. Theidea of trying it on was actually pretty intriguing. But I wasn'ttelling Daniel that."No, no way."With all our targets found and the two of us giving him the coldshoulder, Daniel buggered off to somewhere, I didn't care where. Tommyon the other hand stuck around. I was pretty glad for the company, so Ididn't mind.We paused by a display of halberds and I shuddered."God, I feel like I need a shower!" He's an awful little goblin. Over the next several months, Jeff came to visit with me almost threetimes a week, and, with each visit, our passion for each other seemed toincrease, both emotionally and physically, with each of his visits. Weseemed to want each other to do more with and for each other as ourpassion increased, usually at my urging, as I urged Jeff to move from mybreasts, to my hips and derriere, to my thighs, and, finally, to myvaginal opening and clitoris, where I urged him, more and more, to playwith my.