That was just one of a long list of domestic activities she had avoided in the pursuit of her modeling career. In the absence of leftovers to reheat, ...the best she could do was canned soup and cold-cut sandwiches. Her father was still asleep when she took a tray in to him, so she left it on his desk with a kitchen towel draped over it and went back to the kitchen to eat hers.She was just finishing the last of her portion of the chicken-noodle soup when the phone rang. Miranda dropped her spoon. She took her hand away from there, and massaged and pecked Jonathan about the face, chest and upper thighs. It took all Charlotte’s skill to delay the time when the two fell onto the bed and for Jonathan to hump away on top of her. Charlotte always found sex with men slightly amusing – she could never find it disgusting as she was sure lesbians should do. And she also found it very exciting. As Emma had often commented, when Charlotte got very excited she got carried away and would soon be. “Plus it’s bullshit that guys can take their shirts off to wash their cars and girls can’t.” I thought about it for a moment and then reached back to undo my own top. Ally stopped me, though. “Let me do it,” she said, like I was somehow going to do it wrong. She untied my top and pulled it over my head. I turned around to face her, unconsciously bringing my hands up to my armpits to cover my breasts. Ally laughed at this, and chucked my bikini top over by the garage, where it landed on top of. 'How are you, Jim and Tyler?' Abdul said.'You heard what we told your wife, didn't you?' Tyler, an attractive 23-year-old asked.'Yeah, and I hope that was both a promise and a threat!' Abdul grinned.'Well, I promise she's too dumb to know you happened to meet us at The King Louis Tavern last night,' the cute, 22-y/o Jim answered.'Right, and once we became friends, we plotted to disgrace her,' Tyler said, followed by him ripping Fatima's skirt off and leaving her dressed in a white, fishnet.