"Hyandai blushed at this very touching compliment. She had heard elven lords deliver clumsier and cruder lines. "Thank you, my pillow." She said, nodd...ing gently, and closing her eyes for a moment. When she reopened them she locked them onto his. "Waking with your arms about me is my fortune. I wish I could express how secure and warm it makes me feel." The elven way is to give a compliment for one given to you, and she liked the rule.Rolling out of the bed, Harlen stood and turned again. "Bread. However, I was unable to remove my hand. But it was not because of the arousal that coursed through my veins, it was because my friend had grabbed my wrist, making it impossible for me to yank my hand away. Did I say I wanted you to take it away? she asked. I was stunned, was she really insinuating what I thought she was? Fortunately, she soon helped me figure it out. Mmm?! I moaned in a mixture of surprise and bliss when I felt her release my writs, instead grabbing my head with both hands and. Thorne, Head Doctor of the Corporation. A superbly skilled plastic surgeon with a stern manner, matronly physique, always dressed in her white medical coat with just expensive lingerie underneath.Steve (35); a Corporation Film Director. Handsome, ‘perma-tanned’, prematurely bald on top, with close-cropped steel-grey hair at the sides, always sporting a pair of jet black wraparound sunglasses.Rebecca (41); The Corporation Head Trainer. One of the very few to ‘cross over to the other side’ from. Carly needed money, and now she needed a job. Her parents stopped sending her allowance when her GPA dropped her first semester in college. Carly’s roommate, Blair, offered to get her a job at The Spur, the local dive-bar. But that involved immature frat boys and that wasn’t Carly’s scene. She turned away from the mirror, grabbed her keys, and drove to her first job interview. Michael stared at the prim girl sitting in front of him. She sat nervously, perched on the edge of her chair, fiddling.