Jim was always under a lot of pressure with the company because he constantly had to prove that he was management because of his ability, and not beca...use he was family. Lisa just hated it when people thought Jim got a free ride. Lisa must have hugged Jennie ten times during the boat tour—a free spirit who lived in her emotions, but I could tell by her comments about Jim that she loved him passionately. By the time Jim came back, Lisa had served me a beer and had opened a cold bottle of white. "Are you wearing the black thong and bra I bought you?" Goodhead whispered hotly into his ear. "The black lace?" "Yes, mistress," rasped Bonkabitch."Take down my skirt," ordered Goodhead. "I have a surprise for you." Bonkabitch took his mouth from her nipple and did as ordered. The skirt fell down Goodhead's long, shapely legs to reveal....her long plastic cock. "Take it in your hand, sissy boy," she ordered. "Take my cock in hand you dirty bitch."Bonkabitch did. Goodhead took his head back to. She had a great posture, stood perfectly upright with her shoulders pushed back that allowed her to put a great emphasis on her perfectly formed breast. She wore black boots over her skinny black jeans and a tightly fitted black tank top. Her hair was tight up in a pony tail. She seemed to gather clothes together and then turned around and kept walking straight over to the window and pushed the displays out of the way as she noticed me, our eyes met quickly, she smiled and moved on stepping. The wheelhouse is taller, more capacious and some of the interiors were beautiful. Many of the rear deckhouses were two storied. More crew I guess."You deliver?" He had said. "Ann Arbor?" I wanted to be sure."Yep ... tomorrow. Which one?" How much?" Two thousand five hundred cash." Take a check?" What's your bank?" Ann Arbor National." Care if I call?" This is business ... you better call. I'd think poorly of you if you didn't," I said."In that case, I don't need to call," he said, spitting on.