I suppose, but only for the power.

All right you randy little bugger, but only because it makes you more powerful.

She walks into the living room; the drapes are open to let some light in, but the sheers are pulled to limit what others can see. The sliding window to the balcony is open, letting in a fresh morning breeze through the screen. She sits down on the back of her sofa and leans over until she falls back into it upside down.

What are you doing?

I like it better this way. Or would you rather I skip it?

No, no; whatever works for you.

She runs her hands up and down her sides a few times, which produces a soft tickle that excites your nipples. She crosses her wrists over her sternum and starts teasing the nubs, giving you a pleasant caressing feeling; she seems to be particularly sensitive there. Her head lolls back off the sofa seat so you get a good view out the window, if upside-down.

You notice something moving on the balcony across the street. Kennedy isn't paying any attention to it, or anything else really.