“I don’t quite know how to ask this,” Aang said sheepishly. It was all part of the plan; the faked innocence and shyness. Katara looked at him s...teadily. “Just say it,” she said, “I won’t bite, Aang.” Aang hesitated. “You’re a really horny girl, aren’t you, Katara?” he asked finally. There was a moment of silence and Aang was afraid for a second that he had jumped the gun. But Katara just broke out laughing. “You caught me,” she laughed, “What can I say? I like a good fuck.” Aang smiled. The. Yvonne began to wonder what was going to happen next. Though it wasn't cold, she felt goose bumps on her skin and trembled slightly. She couldn't shake the fear that gripped her about being some stranger's fuck toy.Kelly stepped up and said, "I've got an idea. If you are lucky enough to get fucked tonight, we want proof." Proof?" asked Yvonne. "Like what? His costume?" No," said Kelly, "too easy to fake." What did you have in mind?" A hickey." A what?" questioned Yvonne."Look," said Kelly, "I. . I have to deal with this my way. You badgering me is not helpful. Okay, Darren?”“Okay ... but it’s not okay.”“I came in early to finalize our Power Points.”“Let’s flick through them. Our meeting is at ten.”Darren sat beside Marcia in the Walnut Street Capital conference room. A projector had been placed on the table and he made a dry run through the presentation. “Have you met Kirk Gregory?” Marcia asked him.“No. I’ve seen him but we haven’t spoken.”“He talks like a cowboy,” she said. “It’s. I honoured my side of the agreement and cured your dear fathers ailment. The Satyr was hairy from head to hoof, with large horns protruding from his forehead. He was broad and hard muscled, bulging where it was most important. His arms were thick and brawny, as were the muscles of his thighs and calves. His belly was chiselled with muscle like a marble statue and his chest was a thing of beauty. It was only his horned head and hoofed feet that made him bizarre to the girl. If you wish to undo.