" I'm Brandi!" I said, excitedly. It seemed to be appropriate. Iremembered thinking about brandy. Maybe this had something to do with it."Yes, you'...re Brandi," the genie sounded a little short-tempered. I feltbad. I didn't mean to make her angry. "And Brandi, what do you do for aliving?" Um. I'm a dancer!" I gave a little jump and clapped my hands."Yes. You're a dancer. You're very successful and well paid. And youhave exactly the skills and intelligence appropriate for that job." Oh.. As she turned back to record the results I looked down and got a good glimpse of thigh between the poppers, I was even thinking that they could burst open at any time, interesting.“Could you slip your shirt off for me please?” she asked in her soft voice and I saw her look over the top of her glasses as I slipped it off and put it aside. Dr West then reached over with her stethoscope in hand breathing on it to warm it up which caused us both to giggle, she placed it in numerous places on my. What would they say about me? I didn't wanna think about that now. He followed me into the sauna, and he closed the door and locked it from the inside. What the fuck was he going to do to me?"Pull down your trunks." He said.I hesitated, and shook my head..."no, please, don't... don't make me have to... I just can't..." I said."Do it, or I'll do it for you." Please, please don't do this to me!" I pleaded."Fine, I'll do it for you." And with one swift motion he pulled my trunks down and stood. Someone who shares your weird sense of humor and who’s great between the sheets? I can do those as well. My spaghetti would have won awards if there had ever been anyone to eat it with me, and I’m way too low maintenance to be a true trophy wife. And I’m all me, no surgery at all. I absolutely don’t fit the criteria.”I kissed her thoroughly; that was the only way to deal with the wench. Trouble was, she started kissing me back, and I kinda lost track of where I’d gotten to on the argument about.