“Beverley, how soon can you get all of your stuff here?”“I, uh, I dreamt I had to give up my flat and take all my stuff to work this morning. I ...just have to take the van back and pick up my car, Why?”Sally and Alice looked at Beverley with disbelief, to have so much faith in a dream that she would commit everything like that was just unreal.“Good,” Morgan replied. “so how long?”“I, I guess fifty minutes to an hour.” Beverley managed to say after a moment.“Sally go with her, drive safely but try. "I said we'd both lose our boots, buster. The only person in this room that will lose a shirt is you," she said with a grin."Spoilsport," I said as I sat on a chair and stuck out my right leg.She straddled my leg, got a good grasp on the heel of my boot, and I placed my other boot on her sexy backside. She pulled, I pushed, and the boot left my foot with a whoosh. I changed feet, and she soon tossed the other boot on the floor. Taking off her boots wasn't as interesting for me as her taking off. "A document was sent up. "Very well, do you wish to play any more ofthis?" Just the end of it."I watched as the screen showed her pick me up from the chair."How are you feeling, baby?" she asked me while wrinkling her nose. "Iguess the time was well spent, it smells like you left a nice littleegg in your diapee for me like a good birdie!"I watched as she carried me to the changing table in her office. Shelaid me down and went across my chest with the safety strap beforeunsnapping the crotch of. But he hadn't called. Not right away, at least. What he had done, was go for a very long walk to think about things. He'd known from the start that he'd catch hell from his parents if he didn't make his outing brief, but he really hadn't cared. They'd gone out with Oliver to a favorite fishing spot, and as usual, he hadn't been invited. He didn't much care about that, either. It was something he was used to. What bothered him about it, was that he knew that his parents did it to bother him. To.