She didn't speak a lot at dinner, and our mom asked her what was wrong. "I just don't feel well," she said. "I think I may have the flu." "Well, why...don't you go up and lay down?" our dad said. "Ben will bring you some tea. Won't you Ben?" "Of course, dad." I said. Rachel looked at me, then left the table and went upstairs. After dinner, mom and dad decided to go out to visit friends down the street for a couple hours. I promised to take good care of Rachel. After my parents left, I made. I continue to watch you as you shop for panties. Finally, you pick up a sexy red pair and I tell you "I would love to see you in them". "Oh, you would" you reply. I speak up so you can hear me better. 'yes, and you are going to show Daddy right now! get your sexy ass over here and we are going into the changing room together do you understand?" You say "yes sir" as you walk past me smiling. I lead you into the changing room, I grab a handful of your ass and kiss you. Then I ask, "are you going. Oh, now I know you're going to say what about when you get an erection?" There were chuckles, mostly female. When they died off he continued. "You'll just have to make sure you're wearing underwear of sufficient size to offer sufficient coverage."Now," he said, "we come to the most important part of all. Well," he grinned, "except maybe for the prizemoney. And maybe to some of you this just as important, if not more so, than the money."He didn't say a thing for several seconds, drawing out the. Maybe Fine Houses of Sydney, too.”“Are you kidding?”Patrick had just finished reading the final (Rachel hoped) version of her proposal for Dr. Garshin. He’d suggested only a few tweaks to the text. But this was nearly a quarter of her bibliography!“Be realistic. Your future adviser has to show power. It’s important to him to find fault. Two or three years down the road, he’s going to take credit for the excellence of your work. And he’ll preen even more when the book is published. So, you’ve.