Oh, oh. I saw trouble coming. Louise could never play second fiddle for long. I had some serious thinking to do about our collective future. But not n...w. We shared the couch watching one insipid sitcom after another on TV, each larded with weak sexual innuendo, crude double entendre, and improbable couplings and pairings. When the last of them was over, Bette looked at me. ‘Those shows make us look good, don’t they? At least we give value for the money.’ We shared the big bed again, but we were. Inevitably, prices would go up as other speculators sniffed around for the action. She had a basic stock target calculated, based on the expected capital gain, and she'd just about reached that. Development, finance and regulatory compliance costs would hose up profit below that. Anything above was pure cash in the bank.She liked the room Jake had prepared for her. It smelled faintly of lemon cleanser, and paint where he'd touched up a few patches. The patchwork quilt was kinda charming, she. The two comments were really questions: ‘Do you really know Scarlett Johansson? and “Do you talk often with the president and vice president?’ I simply answered ‘Yes’ to both of them with no further explanations. I’ll have more flying-related pictures after I solo. I’ll tell you something that’ll make you laugh, though. Doug has to add extensions on the rudder pedals on the Cessna Trainer when I have a lesson because even with seat all the way forward, my feet won’t reach. I’m too short.” She. I pulled down my underpants, releasing my fully hard erection. “Hands on your head and don’t move,” she said, “whatever happens.”Seconds later the girls were outside on the pavement. I kept very still, hoping they would pass without seeing me. The blond girl was looking towards the house as she spoke to her friend, she shrieked, pointed and the brunette turned to look. My erection throbbed as they moved up to the window, amazed that I continued to stand there. Sarah stepped into view and waved.