“He doesn’t get flustered even THEN!” Kimmy smirked.“True,” Elyse agreed reluctantly. “The only girl I ever knew who could make Steve flus...tered is Jennifer.”“Fortunately,” I grinned, “it was mostly mutual.”“So, deposition prep?” Deborah asked, feigning impatience.“If you think I need it, we’ll do it,” I replied.“Holy shit!” Elyse gasped. “Seriously?”“He did promise to listen to me when he hired me,” Deborah said smugly. “Did any of YOU extract that kind of promise from him?”“No!” the other. There were panties, petticoats and half slips,camisoles, and full slips of every description. No cotton lingeriewhatsoever from this period in time. Most things were in white but thecolor palate was also there in the piles of neatly folded lingerie.Satins, nylons, taffeta and rayon fabrics abounded in all their swishy,rustly, shiny gleaming glory. And even with Madge dressing in theclassic near vintage style that she always did, seeing these things sheremembered as a young girl made her. His name isn't coming to mind, but you know for sure that you've met him (or at least seen him) before. Before you can ponder the man's identity further, he opens his mouth and begins speaking."Hello there! Welcome to the world of POKéMON!"My name is OAK. People call me the POKéMON PROFESSOR."The man pulls out a small half-red, half-white sphere from one of the inside pockets of his coat and presses a white button on it. The ball changes from the size of a golf ball to slightly bigger than an. “Bloody hell that stings.” “Yes it does, doesn’t it,” I replied mildly. “However I don’t recall giving you permission to dance about the room like a Red Indian. Back in position and if you move again, that stroke won't count.” Samantha bent over again and I was able to admire my handiwork. The single red line across the middle of her bottom was straight and true. Glad to see I hadn’t lost my touch. I tapped the cane on her bottom a couple of times and then brought it down crisply. Air exploded.