“Black is fine.”“Good, because I don’t have any cream or any fancy stuff yet!” she laughed and turned around and handed me a steaming cup of...coffee.“Where’s Ann?” I asked as I took a sip of the strong brew.“She is in the basement, doing some cleaning.” She took a sip of her cup, leaned back on the counter and said, “We need to talk.”“What about?”“I don’t think you have what it takes to be a Top and I know Ann does not have an ounce of ability in that direction. So I would like to propose to. The beating of your heart that I feel through my hand soothes me and as I look into your eyes I'll tell you how much I love you.I stare at your cleavage thanks to the pushup bra you are wearing, undo the bra and throw it on the floor to admire your small breasts. I caress the side and bottom of your breasts, kiss your areola and take a nipple between my lips. You sit down on a chair and I untie the laces of your shoes, undo the shoes and socks. I place them neatly in a corner of our living room. Yet, as I stood there, smoking thatcigarette, I couldn't help but notice how much differently I was doingit. Instead of leaning against the wall with a hand in my pocket andthe other hand negligently hanging down at my side, holding thecigarette, I had one arm crossed in front of my body, under my breasts,supporting the other arm which was bent at the elbow and holding thecigarette up near my face, with the cigarette delicately held betweenthe first two fingertips.When I exhaled, instead of. "Are you nuts?" I asked. "I'm not going to cook all day and night just for a dinner." Would you come if you don't have to cook?" he asked. "Our neighborhood market has a special on precooked Thanksgiving dinner. You get the turkey with all the trimmings, the mashed potatoes and everything. They even include a pie for dessert. They precook it all and you just have to warm it up. Will you have dinner with me?" Why don't we just go out and have dinner?" I asked Harry."There's no leftovers when you.