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My cheeks flush slightly pink because Joe has done that sort of thing with me, but I know better than to stamp my foot down and insist that such a thing cannot be done with anyone but me. "I know he's there," I assure Bill smoothly, sitting back in my chair, palms folded in my lap. "He still likes tits as much as you do, Bill, I'm not about to forbid him," I note. "Is this to do with the fact Helen stays over in your room a good deal of the time? Because trust me, he will never sleep with her." He knows the consequences of that and he's proven to want only me in that fashion as of late.