" "How did she get a flight so quickly?" asked Alexis. "I took care of that. It was much faster to use one of my privatejets," said Jen. "Thank you," ...eplied Alexis. "Jen, how am I going to face her? This isall my fault!" Jen shook her head. "No, no it isn't. No one could have known thatthat stuntman was a rapist. I just checked with the production companyand he passed all of the required background checks before he washired. Max just suggested that I call the Boudicca Agency to do somedeeper. Robert had thrown at her a skimpy black thong with high-arching strings, plus a sequined, short silver halter-top that showed off lots of her belly. "I have a request for you today." Ok, what Daddy?" She turned around and smiled at her father, finding him dressed in jeans and knit shirt as he always wore on weekends when heading into the office.He strolled over to her, standing behind the sofa and bending down to kiss her forehead. "Will you do something for me today?" What?" Her grin betrayed. ”“I just got off the phone with Johns Hopkins.”Holy shit.“What did they say?”“They offered me the fellowship. I guess someone else dropped out of the program, and it’s early enough that they could take me since I was next on the waiting list. I’ve been putting off the fellowship at CHOC, hoping I’d get it.”“Wes—that’s ... I don’t know what to say,” I said. I tried not to sound too shocked. Wes was incredible and smart and charming so of course he’d get the fellowship, but I was also caught off. She pushed back against him, finally feeling his belly pressing against her naked butt.LightMary stumbled again, the resistance she had been pushing against gone. She could feel her pussy although empty was gaping and aching a little, from the sudden departure. Not withdrawal, she hadn’t felt him pull out of her, he had just vanished. Mary ran her hand over her butt, feeling for her skirt, wondering where it had gone, but it was there. Aside from the apparent lack of panties she was still fully.