((last post for a while))<br/><br/>Juliette thought about what karia said. Despite the poor manner in which she expressed it, the idea could be sound with a little interpretation. Still, she wasn’t sure that karia knew exactly what she had suggested. She sat on the couch in front of the table which Karia was working on, the table being level to her knees letting Karia get a peek up her skirt. Juliette leaned over, exposing the cleavage in her tight fitting jumper, her mouth inches away from karia. She was tempted to insert the little thing into herself. She didn’t know why, but the thought excited her probably more than it should. She shook her head and spoke softly, soft warm air wafting over the girl, “I suppose that idea could work, although I think you may not have thought it through as much as you should have.” Her green eyes looked to the work that she had done, to see what kind of quality it was, she was kind of hoping it was abysmal, or flagrantly rebellious to give her another excuse to discipline her.