She pulled the covers up to her chin and yawned. “It must be late, what time is it?”“Just after ten.”“Past my bedtime. ” She closed her ey...es again.“Do you want me to spend the night?” I asked hopefully. I wouldn’t mind screwing her a few more times, even if it meant making polite chit-chat in the morning.“Can I trust you not to do me again?” she countered.“Not a bit.” I yanked her out of bed and felt around her ass. “Haven’t pounded you flat yet,” I said with a little grin. I pulled her close. Ken was already determined to ensure that these three were kept both happy and productive. Besides, if they owed him a favour, and he was able to steer some business in the direction of a friend of his, he considered it a good investment.Ken popped his head out of his office door that Friday afternoon, just before he was due to leave."Denise? Anne? Stan? Do you all have a minute, please?"There was some grumbling from Anne, but all three joined him a few moments later."What's this about, Ken?. In the kitchen the girls fixed breakfast and ate at the counter. Kim looked at the board and saw a note from her mom. She went over, pulled the small piece of paper from the bulletin board and read it. Climbing back on her stool, she said, "It's just from my mom telling us where she will be and what time she will be home."Sally nodded and finished her cereal. The two girls rinsed their dishes and put them into the dishwasher.Kim said, "It's only ten. What do you want to do until they get. I would gladly go with you if I could, but I am but a poor sailor of the seas of space. I have no special skills in doing what you have to do, but I can help in the only way I can. Thank you for the opportunity to accomplish these things.”“Snart, you can go on, can’t you. I guess I can see when I am outmatched by a BS artist like you.”“Bob what is this BS thing?”“Captain, BS stands for bull shit. It is a term we use to mean a person who has a gift for speaking, but means nothing. In essence a.