"Sometimes I think I married a voyeur." Do we have to go through this again? I admit, I have a weakness for beauty. I'm an architect, after all. Well,... that's what I had hoped to be. I don't know what you call somebody who designs medical buildings and nursing homes." A damned fine architect." You're sweet. I design buildings that are comfortable. With no frippery or useless space. They're not going to take your breath away, but they fit like an old shoe." Like me?" That's what you don't. Dave smiled down at Kim. "We've got a lot to talk about. Evie just told me that you were in love with me. Not a crush, but in love with me. I've outlined some of the things to your mom that Jeff has, uh, discovered about certain of us. It's a big pill to swallow all at once, and we'll talk to you about it in a minute, but first, I need to do something."Hesitating a moment, he said, "You are beautiful you know."Kim just stood staring up at him as if hypnotized.Putting one hand in the small of. "I saw it in your face looking at him from outside the stall. Suck his cock now." She smiled and immediately started working the cock into her mouth; her legs were askew, ass in the air, wiggling as she did it. I reached under her skirt and rubbed her pussy, feeling her wetness had already soaked her panties. I kept rubbing on her using my fingers to trace her slit.Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, the little girl had appeared. She stood silently with a look that was priceless, watching. " I'm going to enjoy tearing you a new one, you insolent jerk!" she screeched. It took quite a bit of effort, but Cal managed a pretty convincing belly laugh.Turning to the producer. "Still going to deny you had a hatchet job planned?" The producer was livid, but he could not decide what to say. "This is supposed to be a sports network. How did they talk you into this garbage?" They own us. They call the shots," the producer finally mumbled."So, give me one good reason why I should go on camera.