Because the position I would offer Dusty is being the de facto Captain of the Toy, Cody.”
“Mom, there’s no one I can think of who’s better suited for that job. That professionalism seemed to rub off on Cody. The tiny cutoffs and her well-filled tank top, short enough to expose some of her flat tummy, made her look years younger. There was a Cuban restaurant Lysette liked not far from the Body Shop so she backtracked to go there. Was just double checking connections. “Ohhhh..don’t torture me, sweetheart. With that arousing picture in mind, Illysette left the Body Shop. “I should get over to the Office, Skipper. My ward and I share my Second Favorite Toy there,” Lys told her with a sly, suggestive grin and a twinkle in her eyes challenging the attorney to pursue that line of questioning. On any given day, it’d be Dusty waiting for the tossed lines in his role as the marina’s senior (frequently only) dock hound. They’ll get you to us.”
“Ohhh, be careful what you wish for. A reasonably modest woman, she usually dismissed those compliments as hyperbole. He relaxed his hunched shoulders, began breathing easier as he maneuvered the Toy into her berth. And you?”
“I’m an attorney. Although they found themselves cuddling in the same position.
