Madeline Listens to Norman's Proposition

"Really?" Now it was Madeline's turn to cross her arms defensively. "What did you have in mind exactly?"

Madeline noticed that Norman's eyes just went straight to her breasts, even in her vault suit they were pronounced. He had loved dating her for a number of reasons, not least of all because she had the best rack in the vault.

"The mission leaves in about a week." Norman said, his eyes refocusing on Madeline's face "How about you and I say...meet down here each day. For old times sake." He grinned a toothy grin.

"Every day for a week?" Madeline said skeptically.

"I don't see the problem." Norman said.

"And just what do you think we are gonna do down here?" Madeline said coyly.

"I am sure we can think of something." he winked in an over dramatic fashion. "It will just be like old times."

"And Angela isn't going to care?" Madeline said--brining up Norman's current squeeze. Norman's face nearly winced.

"Look, Angela is a nice gal but she can't do some of the things you do with your mouth."

Madeline rolled her eyes, even if it was partly feigned disgust. She took a secret pride in knowing she knew how to please a man. Angela was her biggest rival in the vault when it came to looks. What Madeline had in breasts, Angela had in a shapely and thick ass.

"And you will convince your dad?" Madeline demanded.

"Of course!" Norman said, sensing blood (probably pumping to his groin).