"Do we have any scrubbed and tagged HEFW7's?" I called to Five."Couple," she said eyeing me suspiciously."Could you collar a clean one and gift wrap i... for me," I said.She nodded and went to work while I dialed for authorisation, something like this could backfire so I wanted to be sure I wouldn't be blamed if it did. Standard arse covering techniques but much needed as in this case I wouldn't be fired I'd be found swinging from a lamppost with bits of my anatomy cut out, probably by the hand. Outside of the Conclave meeting. In private."Roquan considered this."She's going to make a move, Roquan. She's going to spring something on you. A deal, perhaps, but probably not one you can stomach." She has stated that there is nothing of mine she wants."Rennis frowned. "Then I really don't like this. We better find Doran and talk to him." Really, is this necessary?" Roquan said in annoyance. "I have a great many things to attend to today..." They can wait. Seriously. Let's talk to Doran. Holy shit! Holy fucking Christ! There was Nick Franklin, Patriots quarterback, wearing a pair of very elegant ladies panties. And seemingly very pleased to be doing so. God, he was well hung too. Flick. A close-up. White cotton with red polka dots and a little red bow at the top, straining around his chunky thighs. Flick. His cock tented up through them, his hand resting on his shaft. Flick. Oh, Nick. Flick. Oh. Oh. Oooohhhh.“Shit! Shit!” Ted was not happy next door. Sara quickly clicked into. "Do I say somethingto Mels? Tell her to leave Carrie alone?" It's past that point, I think. You might have been able to do somethingwhen you were still Doug and she was still Melanie. At this point, I thinkthe only thing she has left is her hate. Resenting those she thinks gotthe better deal and making them feel miserable keeps her from having toface her own issues. She won't give them up easily."I stiffened in her embrace. I knew what Kara was hinting at, though shewas far too nice of a person.