Paul. You already pay Mele plenty money. You take Mele to bed and show her why all these pretty young girls can’t live without you,” Mele said.“... can’t agree to that on my own. The girls will have to know about it and vote on it. I belong to them as much as they belong to me. I don’t sleep with any girl they don’t approve first,” I explained.“Can I meet your girls?” Mele asked.“Of course,” I said.I took Mele up to the big bedroom. All the girls were there checking out the huge bed.I guess I. "Them?" he asked."My daughter and Dewey Hickman." Ruth uncorked the wine and inhaled its fruity aroma."Mr. Hickman? Jennifer's scrawny old soccer coach?"She pulled out a wine glass. Stopped. Glanced over to Jimmy slumped at the table, and pulled out a second glass. "He's the one." Jennifer hated him!"Ruth poured two generous glasses. It wasn't the first time she'd served the teenager a drink. His parents were Mormons, so when Jimmy had started dating Jennifer, he had a lot of catching up to do.. We are all made up of both."Deedi nodded. "I suppose so," she agreed."Let me ask you something, have you slept with anyone since becoming Deedi?" Liz looked directly at Deedi."Yes," replied Deedi, "but we didn't sleep much. They both laughed."Boy or girl?" Both," she said."Gosh, you have been busy. They weren't at the same time I hope," and they both laughed again."So, assuming everything went as expected, what was it like with the girl?" she continued and Deedi not knowing where this was. When I returned she had me kneel in front of her, checked the ropeholding the magazine in my mouth and spoke, "Now my dear, I want you toremove my shoes and massage my feet and legs up to my knees, be gentlebut be firm and slow. If your good perhaps I will shorten the time andallow you to remove the magazine from your mouth, but if I'm dissatisfiedI may increase the time another hour. You may start dear."Of course I did the very best I could and knowing how she enjoyed herfoot massages I knew I.