You had a great series. When the people who started that crap get home and realize you were 3-for-4 with two stolen bases, they'll think twice about r...iding you again. If the assholes in Houston try the same thing, take it out on the baseball."Then you can come in here and beat the hell out of the water cooler or something. But if you ever want that stupid shit to go away, you can never let the idiots know it bothers you. OK?"Brock nodded. But he knew it wouldn't be that easy.Brock spent a. He finally decided on a pretty pastel greenand pink sun dress mostly because it matched the bra and panties. Hewouldn't need any nylons because it was warm out and his legs wereevenly tanned. He slipped on the dress and let fall down around hisknees. He couldn't quite zip the back of the dress up so he searchedthrough his luggage for the tool he brought for that purpose. He calledit the grabber; it had a long flexible arm with three small prongs onthe end that would open and close when he. He hooked his thumbs in his boxers and tugged them down to his knees. They dropped to his ankles and he stepped out of them.“This what you want?” he asked, challenging her.“You’re not even hard,” she replied.“Seriously? I’ve just had an uncomfortable meeting with the man I thought was Karla’s, but turns out to be your husband and you think I should be aroused?”“You do know we’re going to fuck, don’t you? Don’t I appeal to you?”“I haven’t had time to shift gears yet. But, yes, you are. She’d done everything they’d asked. Another week of anticipation and frustration didn’t exactly thrill her.“It will be worth it, pet.”“Okay. Sir,” she sighed just before he ended the call abruptly.Olivia glanced at the clock. It was just after 7 o’clock. Plenty of time for her to shed her skin and become the girl from the DV8 once more. Not that it would take that long to dress, but there was more to the transformation than simply putting on the suit. She wanted to look pretty; it was.