‘Yyess, I am, my name is Jenna,’ her mind drawing a blank on her last name. ‘Uhm, Campbell.’ ‘Well, hello Jenna uhm Campbell.’ She caught... the light tease in his voice and offered a weak smile. ‘Won’t you come in?’ ‘Thank you,’ Stepping into the front hall she couldn’t stop herself from gawking in wonder. ‘Are you alright?’ His honey smooth voice melted into her reverie and she realized she was staring with her mouth agape. ‘What? Oh, I’m sorry, you’re home is beautiful,’ She managed before a. - Too Good to Miss. The Canadians know how to handle complaints. Here is an example.A Canadian female liberal wrote a lot of letters to the Canadian government, complaining about the treatment of captive insurgents (terrorists) being held in Afghanistan National Correctional System facilities. She demanded a response to her letter.She received back the following reply: National Defense Headquarters M Gen George R. Pearkes Bldg., 15 NT 101 Colonel By Drive Ottawa, ON K1A 0K2 Canada...Dear. " Her eyes swept the room, taking in the twenty or some odd people in the room. I felt frozen in place as her eyes met mine. She graced us all with a bright smile, smoothing her hands on her fire-truck red dress before she began to sing. I don't remember what the tunes were, but I kept my eyes glued to her every movement until the end of her performance. "Thank you all for coming out tonight. Make sure you tip your bartender. The man works hard and deserves a little somethin', somethin'!" she. “No,” she said, her voice commanding, but soft.I found the request odd until she spoke again.“Watch,” was all she said. Moments later, she was sensually stripping for me. Her dress was beautiful on her, but it looked even better on the floor. She wore no underwear, so her private parts were instantly revealed. The stiffness of her nipples spoke volumes as to her state of arousal, but it wasn’t until my eyes dropped to her tight, clean-shaven pussy that I truly discovered the extent of her.