Mentally, he told himself to get off the ladder, but he couldn't seem to move.Maybe because Lori's gaze was fixing him to the spot. Her blue eyes ling...ered on the growing bulge at his crotch as she snapped her gum. She lifted her eyes to him, a small smile playing about her full, red lips."You know, I've been thinking that you should put together an erotica and sexuality section," she remarked.Jonathan swallowed hard, willing his body under control. "Um, erotica?" Uh huh. Erotic classics like. A very short phone call, just one word."Escite."Italian: "Exit." Spook traced it, but it was so brief that all he could tell me was that it was local and nearby, emanating from perhaps a ten- or twelve-block radius. The voice, he said, was Estrada's; for whatever reasons he was telling them to get out of where they were.They weren't in a hurry; they took the time to pack up their equipment before they got into their car. I hated just letting them go. But this elaborate effort was to trap. ”“Thanks. And your decision?”“Sign the promotion form and it won’t BE my decision!”“Now that’s low!” I chuckled. “Is that how you close so many deals?”“It sure as hell ain’t these tits! Well, maybe a little bit, but mostly not.”“So you would saddle Zeke with this decision as his first act as manager?”“No, I’m not THAT low. I did ask Zeke to give me an up or down answer as to what he’d do if he were in charge.”“He’d hire her,” I said. “He doesn’t have a degree and was working at Radio Shack when. Allow each ball some 15 to 30 minutes of massage each day, and you will see the results for yourself pretty soon. But be prepared to deal with your increased lust and sexual powers... If you can, ride a bike! The bike naturally massages your balls and your prostate as you ride. All the bike riders perform really nicely sexually.-Another good thing you could do for your balls is slapping. Light, short, repeated slaps on your balls, from the front, sideways, from under the balls, done for some.