A pen is placed alongside each. I know without looking what the document is. The agreement I've already accepted, but have yet to sign.Her chatter has...ceased as we stare at the table together. She smiles."Would you like a drink? Before we get down to business?"I shake my head, my eyes fixed on the paper."Then shall we?"I nod, still tongue-tied. She indicates one of the chairs and invites me to sit."Please."I take my place, she turns off the music and takes her place opposite me. Business-like. And Katie,” Jack assured us all.“And Christy and Ronnie, I hope,” Christy interjected now with a predatory smile on her face.“You just want a daily dose of dick, don’t you? A daily dicking down,” Ronnie teased her.“Yep, and you’ll have so much pussy on tap that you won’t know what to do with it, honey,” Christy stuck her tongue out at her husband.“I’m certainly game for that! How about this, while we’re making plans, our own cosplay convention, too! A clear way to draw in more folks for both. I watched transfixed for a few seconds, then felt the tug of Leigh's hands on my wrist."Come on," she urged. "You don't want me to burn, do you?"With renewed vigor, I applied the lotion all around her firm flesh, not failing to completely cover those dollar-sized nipples."Don't forget," she whispered conspiratorially, "you've got my belly and legs to do yet."I squeezed a generous amount of lotion onto her flat belly, then rubbed with energy. My fingers brushed along the top of her bikini. "That's what was making me upset." "Shit," she said, turning to look at me. "I'm sorry, too. There's nothing wrong with who you are. Jesus, I wish half the guys I've dated were as comfortable with themselves as you are being you." "Thanks," I said. "No, you're right," she said. "I was trying to fix a problem that wasn't even there. You're not anxious because of your clothes or hair, or anything like that." "No," I agreed. "I mean, I've only known you for like a month or so, but as far as.