“That’s all nonsense,” she proclaimed. “I bet you couldn’t hypnotize me and make me do stuff I don’t want to.”“It doesn’t work that...way, little Miss Smarty-pants,” Jen countered. “You can’t hypnotize someone who doesn’t want to cooperate. And you can’t make them do something they don’t want. It’s more about overcoming the person’s fears and reluctance to do the things they really want to do anyway. Like I couldn’t make someone honest go out and steal, but maybe if they really want to quit. " I could always fire her," Al grinned."Not just yet, okay? We haven't been out together, so let's just see how it goes next Saturday." You're being a really good sport about this, Gerry. Thank you." Yeah, that's me," I said with a smirk. "A real good sport."I had no idea when Marion intended to speak to Rita, so I didn't say a word about the dinner dance when we were working together on Monday."We're going to have to use a crane to get the large kitchen tops up to the second, third and fourth. I didn’t think it was fair that he got to have all of the fun, though, so I reached behind my back and grabbed his cock through his jeans, massaging it with my tiny hand, feeling it swell. He groaned against my ear. “Take it out, Lexi,” he murmured. “Happy to oblige,” I replied, quickly unbuttoning his jeans. I briefly stroked his hardening cock through the thin fabric of boxers before reaching inside to pull it out. I spit in my empty hand and reached around to stroke his hard length with. I just shook my head in disbelief. Believe me though, seeing her in the soft candlelight she lay in perfect repose she was my very own quiet nude, ready to be painted. Nothing to do now but simply stroke the brush on the canvas. Not at all ready to give up, I smiled. ‘OK lady,’ I thought. ‘Let’s have some fun.’ Slowly and catlike, I eased onto the bed, and began to caress her leg, planting simple kisses on her inner knee. She was beautiful in the candlelight, but I didn’t want to wake her, not.