.. about this time next week. And I know that for sure.”Paul’s head was spinning. They exchanged their current contact info and said goodnight. �...�What game was Steph playing with me—on top of what she was doing to Linc?’ He went home and flopped into bed, but sleep would evade him that night.His thoughts ran amuck. ‘Steph is one hot woman. I really love her in the sack. But if she can plan something like what she’s doing to that guy she must have a real nasty streak. Why didn’t I see it? And. If we were alone and she was a little playful, I would pat or grab her ass in a playful way that looked okay but delivered the message intact.She was responding to my campaign. It showed on the way she dressed, as her dresses, especially at home, got shorter and tighter little by little. I did not keep it a secret that I liked that and appreciated her beauty and her fine taste in dresses and that she started to dress in a way that does her more and more justice. As the days went by, I reminded. "Sorry, I just couldn't resist finishing one of Andrea's sentences. She's been doing that to me for years." Mister Pinsky, I am so sorry," Mrs. Ackerman said."Oh, you are not," Mr. Pinsky said. "And I think my daughter knows by now that you call me Gene. Hi, I'm Gene Pinsky." Oh, excuse me," Mrs. Ackerman said, still flustered. "Mr. Pinsky, this is Jason Thompson, one of my son's friends, and Karen McCarthy." Very nice to meet you," he said jovially. "Although I have to tell you that what got. The belt was identical to one he owned. He’d sent it on their three-month day. She hated applying it, but she'd been ordered, so she would do. She took up the brown length of the belt—it smelled like him, like she thought he would smell, a faint hint of Drakkar and . . . jasmine? And beneath that a deeper, more masculine scent.With a deceptive ease born of practice she swung the belt around herself so that it smacked into her buttocks. Tears came to her eyes after the eighth stroke, but she.