“Erotica sounds too fancy for the stuff I write. It’s hardcore porn. I don’t want anyone to read my stuff expecting to find sensual love stories... with some vanilla sex scene in them and then be put off by it, so I think it’s better to call it what it is.” She seemed a bit thrown off by my reply, as she had a hard time saying the word “porn” as she continued. I assumed it had something to do with American prudishness. “Okay,” she said. “So ... porn ... so ... what are you usually writing. I couldn't believe I was saying it but I answered, "All right." I led the two black men into the back store room. Before the door was even closed, the older man had grasped the zipper on the back of my uniform and tugged it down. It fell to the ground, leaving me standing there dressed in only my strapless bra and my white sneakers and ankle socks. The father then unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor, too. His son immediately reached up and grabbed both my breasts. While the birthday. Nelson sighed and glanced at the monitors showing the car park and front entrance. Everything was as it should be. Lou Jensen was nerd, but what he lacked in common sense he more than made up for with his computer wizardry. He also had a vendetta, and that made him the ideal accomplice. Nelson needed Jensen's skills to pull things off tonight. Together they made a formidable team.Fifteen minutes later he was back in Nelson's office wearing the uniform he'd been supplied. It was hardly a perfect. “Seriously? I thought that was just a joke. You’re really going to throw a party with the money?” Jason asked. “Yes, we really are. Listen, I’ve got to go. We’re going to open a chat room and tell everyone in a bit. You can join us in the room if you want, in a few minutes,” said CG. “Sorry, Baby, I can’t. I’ve got to finish projections and I have a meeting in about 30 minutes. I’ll call you later though,” he promised. “Sounds good. Oh wait, you’d better call the house phone. There was an.