I like the way you’re thinking. Run with it, let me know if you can get something going and I’ll pitch it to higher ups.”“Great!” she replie...d with a smile. Normally, Emily would be mentally shooting daggers at her boss. Pitch it to the higher ups meant pitching it as her idea, Shawnice wasn’t above taking (or rather stealing) credit. But for the moment, she was distracted trying not to show outwardly her hyper awareness of her still sensitive breasts. If nothing else, at least the sports bra. Do you want me to tell her you're indisposed?" Thanks, daddy, but I'm fine. I'll answer it," she told him.She picked up the phone."Hi Nica!" came the cheery voice of her good friend. "How's it going?" O.K., I guess," she replied."Just o.k. is unacceptable!" Aline declared. "And you sound down right gloomy! As your best friend, it is my duty to get you out of that house and back into your life!"Nica sighed."Well, I don't know," she said. "I was just thinking that I needed a distraction, but...". And I haven't threatened you. Not once. I told you about a friend I know. And I mentioned hiring you." I'll call the police." And tell them what? That I came to your office to talk art. Or hire you. Go ahead. I even have a couple friends in the department that I can let you talk to." Listen, get out. I've had it."Ray heard the squeak as Phillip Marriot pushed his chair back getting ready to stand. Ray launched himself from the painting. He spun as quickly as a boy dodging a whip and careened to. Carruthers not only mention it but use my fastball, or his scientific description of it, to illustrate one of the principles of physics that he wanted us to apply to our research. Carruthers was a very good teacher, but he hadn't really struck me as one of the guys who like sports. He struck me as more like, well, me, from back in the ninth grade. But before his lecture, he asked me for a brief summary. With Cammie sitting next to me, I did my best to deflect some credit to Rabbit. She gave me.