Pete Marshall, his closest pal, smiled, shook his head and shut his locker door.“You have a cruel streak in you, Frank,” he said.“Hey man, she a...sks for it. She needs to thaw out a bit and lighten up. Besides, she’s never liked me and I don’t know why.”Frank shut his locker door and shouldered his knapsack. The people in the hallway had mostly gone on their merry way and Frank cast a furtive glance at his friend.“Why doesn’t she, Pete?”“You know, the great Frank Cassidy is not a saint, there’ll. I then peel my pants off my ankles, you not flinching and just look up at me not breaking your gaze. When done, I sit back down in the chair. My legs open and stare back at you with a lustful gaze as you kneel patiently at my feet.You return to standing, this time besides your bra and panties, you are only wrapped in the light of the fire. Your ski-tanned skin is coated in a golden hue , with accents of fire light jumping across your shoulders, hair and the tops of your breasts as you continue. ' No need to irritate her, he would just use his secret new place for special out of town guests.He was now decidedly in a better mood than he had been in Washington.*******Clarissa and David met in the CCC Chapel. She was cool towards him. She made him sit in the same position on the same couch as when they met that fateful day when she had outlined how he would become CCC President. Under her conservative suit, she wore an outrageous black bustier, no panties, black stockings and garter belt. "Of course, sir. The cavern has nearly been fully dug out, and the clone storage system is online. We'll take you to the main control room immediately, so that you can begin the production of the organ replacement units. There is something that we did want to ask you though: what do you want to officially label the organ replacement units? Most people seem to be calling them clones; others are calling them replicas... just for the record."Par-al rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Oh.