Eventually, I start questioning whether I can actually keep my promise, but thankfully, there’s a trust I want to gain. So again, I vow never to tak... a look. And yet, although I’ve committed myself to doing as you asked, the unknown data in that yellow folded memo is like a jack-in-the-box with a sexy surprise waiting to spring out. No matter how much I want my trustworthiness to be unclouded, murky thoughts of that note continues to linger in my head. In other words, it’s difficult to stop. .. no whats the word. Oh Yes Astute. Don't get me wrong she is gorgeous but she could be ditzy and almost controlling when she wants something bad enough."Could we both try to keep my arm attached to my body?" I tried to say but she continued to drag me to the clinic doors. They slid open and there were a few women in white lab coats. They also looked very professional. Suddenly I could see them stripping down, a couple making out in the corner. One came up to me and unzipped her lab coat. Everywhere we walked, there were folks of all ages stopping us, some asking for us to pose in a picture with them, but mostly asking for autographs.It being Vegas, people were everywhere, including some people dressed quite strangely, with hair of all colors, designs and styles. One gal even wanted my autograph across her mostly exposed chest, but both Claire and Sarah shooed her away.I might have appeared too eager!We ended up at the Brand Steakhouse and Lounge, which has a full menu of. ” “You can put it on in front of me baby,” I smiled, “Me seeing your bra is no big deal, is it?” “You are not seeing me in my bra,” Sara said, “I wouldn’t let you see me in my bra when I was your wife, now turn around while I put my sweater on.” I pushed my luck and said, “Before you put your sweater back on, can I see your nipple rings?” “What! No way,” Sara said sternly. “Please baby, just once,” I begged. “No! No!” Sara screamed, “I am not showing you my nipples,” she went on, “I wouldn’t.