My fingers trailed to banded of my panties pushing slowly beneath them. I tease myself, a feather light touch, over the short soft curls at the top of... my mound. The waxed flesh of my lips feel swollen and flushed as my juices leak out. I knew better than to carry on as I am. To tease myself with just a thought. What if he says no…. I push the involuntary though to the back of my brain. I bite my lip, the need rising within me. My fingers slid lower. Any touch would be better than none, right? I. Neither Jimmy nor Alex offered an alternate scenario to the one described by Atwood. As the conversation was winding down, Jimmy asked, ‘Tell us what you want so we have a beginning point for negotiation.’ ‘Restoration of ownership of the property to Howard and Frank Pleas, including all land and any improvements and livestock thereon, plus reasonable reimbursement of income lost for a reasonable number of years because of the denial of use and ownership.’ Atwood spoke calmly and didn’t blink. John leaned forward and really took his time painting. The color was too bright a green for a proper dragon, but it didn't matter much as he wasn't much of an artist. He wasn't creating a masterpiece, but since it gave him an excuse to get his hands on Cassie he was going to go as long as she allowed. The dragon's tail curved down around the outside of her right breast and the rest of the ugly beast perched just above it. He gave the dragon big yellow daggers of teeth and then added fiery red. In this business the first thing you have to learn is how long it takes to tell a story. We only get 22 minutes to tell the public everything they need to know in a half hour program, and that includes weather and features."He slipped a piece of paper across his desk."Here's a proposed contract, Hal. Essentially, it's a try-out for you. Some guys can cut it and some guys can't. We'll find out soon enough if you can make it in this business. If you're interested you can start next Monday. I'll.