And, damn them, they expect to beat you! They're used to winning, they've found out that they enjoy winning, and they want winning to continue.The Ori...les? Are you kidding me? We're the New York Yankees!Maybe the most irritating thing about the Yankees was the way they could acquire new players and, somehow, immediately imbue the new guys with the same mystique. Some perfectly ordinary utility infielder could come to New York in a trade, put on his pin-stripes, and suddenly, he, too, had the. Knowing that Charles hadn’t eaten yet I took it on myself to order two pizzas. Once they arrived I entered his office and headed to the small coffee table in front of the sofa. As I started to bend to put the food down I said “dinner’s ready sir” taking my time in bending so that he could get a good look at my ass. He came and sat on the sofa motioning for me to join him. “You are so sweet, I’d never remember to eat if I didn’t have you” This one statement and I could feel how red my face. I ... have to wash the dishes?” she said.“Later.” I got up. “I can think of better things to do now.” I licked my lips. “And so can you.”With a nod, she opened the kitchen door, and walked towards my bedroom.“No.” I placed my hand on her shoulder and led her towards the basement.Downstairs, she headed towards one of the bedrooms in the apartment. Good guess, but wrong. I held her hand and walked her to the dungeon. As I opened the thick, sound-proof door, she went pale.“But ... but ... you said. After being introduced by Kevin, Mrs. Murchison kept up a running commentary as she led us from the entrance into the sitting room and then through a set of double doors to the master bedroom suite, a well furnished room about twenty feet square. Directly behind the bedroom was a huge master bath, complete with sunken tub, double shower stall and a whirlpool sauna. The bath was nearly as large as the bedroom and I could just picture myself luxuriating in a warm, sensuous-smelling bubble bath..