My parents' characters could vary across the dimensions - Dad's did when it came to speaking up on a family issue, varying between very quiet and aver...age - but I suspected Mom's wimpishness was caused by her lack of faith in me.I said, "It's no good me flying around overhead to show you it's safe because it's too dark for you to see me, and for obvious reasons I can't risk illuminating myself or doing it in daylight. Is there anyone here with enough trust in me to let me take them up so they. ? ?Who are you?? Whatare you doing?? Let me go this instant!? ?My, my!? Suchimpatience!? As my guest, I would havehoped a little more cordiality.? ?Who are you?? Kit repeated.??Why have you brought me here like this?? ?You should know who I am, Ms. Mitchell.? You?ve written enough lies about me so Ithought it was appropriate to tell you my side of the story.? ?You bastard!? Youdidn?t have to string me up naked to do that!?Turn me loose and I?ll be happy to take your story!? ?Well, that wouldn?t. No time was better than now. "Monica," I said, "I'm just going to be honest with you. I really like you. I am fucking tired of tip-toeing around the subject." "Aww, you do huh?" she said with a smile. "Yeah, I really do." Feeling a little a more confident from her reaction, I added, "And you have an amazing body. I can't help but stare." She stepped in front of me blocking my path. I could see a look of lust in her eyes which made my cock start to grow hard. "Well it. Fortunately, I hit upon an idea, during dessert--a superb chocolate mousse. I would simply ask to see the manager. Louis knew me well. I'd been coming to his restaurant for over five years now. We'd never been intimate, although, he's made it clear to me--repeatedly--over the years, that he'd like nothing better than to make love to me, frequently and passionately. It isn't that I find him unattractive. He's married, and I've never been a home wrecker. I've always found inoffensive ways to.