Meg asks...

Their hands touched his skin at last, stroking over his belly, though they kept their eyes on him, both hands making different, detailed patterns on his skin. "What do you do for a living?" She nuzzled him, not quite a kiss but eerily close. Jess scooted in a little more and her leg up on his hip, smooth and strong against his own leg.

"Well," he began, "I was in the military for a while, the Marines... but after I got out I kind of fell into broadcasting. I worked hard, was good at it, impressed the right people and then got one of the owners to back me on buying a station in Phoenix. Not a fan of that town, but good Gods we made a lot of money. So, we did it again, and again, and finally we ended up owning 23 stations around the country." He got a little shiver from them playing with his tummy. Continuing on, "Then around 1999 one of the biggest companies in the business came along spending money like they were printing it. So, we sold all of our stations. I walked away.... very comfortable." He said with a satisfied smirk.

He turned to them, "My turn, so a question for both of you. what are your favorite colors?"