(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/OkelloAvatar01.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Dr. Okello Okanjo</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Salesroom "Emperium," Ryuuji's Office<br/><strong>With:</strong>Ryuuji Adam, Mizuki Adam, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon<br/><br/>Dr. Okanjo sat patiently, legs crossed like a European gentleman, in the cushioned chair, facing Mr. Adam's desk, eagerly waiting for the department store manager to complete the transaction.<br/><br/>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/AdamOffice02.jpg)<br/><br/>He could sense her scent and warmth still standing behind him, maintaining the pose he put her in to expertly examine and admiringly appraise her most private place.  Her hands were still on the back of his chair, so close yet so far to touching his shoulders.  Her head was over his, the ends of her long hair tickling the top of his nearly shaved scalp.  He uncrossed his legs and slid forward in the leather seat, enough that his head could lean back against the top of the chair, so he could look toward the ceiling but instead see her face and breasts, upside down.  Her hair hung freely and enveloped him, from his chin to his temples, creating a temporary private area for just the two of them.<br/><br/>One side of his mouth curled up in a thinly veiled smile, and if he could not already see her eyes looking into his, he reached up and touched her jaw, repeating their new and special shared signal that he wanted to see those big blues of hers staring back at him.  Although he spoke in front of her, he never said anything directly to her, instead using nonverbal means of communication to get her to obey his silent commands.<br/><br/>He licked his lips in anticipation, then reached up and over his shoulder with one hand toward her wrist.  He guided her to stand to his right, then firmly but gently pulled her wrist down so she got on her knees at his side.  He rested his elbow on the armrest of the chair and ran his fingers through her hair.  His trimmed nails traced her scalp, occasionally scratching her head and combing her hair back, until his hand grabbed a fistful of hair on the back of her head to tug it back for a moment, tilting head upward or toward him.  He occasionally repeated this aggressive attention to her, always reverting back to casually petting her.<br/>