STRIP HIM !” Suddenly, more female hands with painted nails were holding Dan as he renewed his struggling as other hands were ripping open his sh...irt and untying his shoes. Dan's shout of “NO !” was met with a chorus of remarks like: “Oh yes !” and “Get him girls !” and general shouts of “Woo-Hoo !” “Get the fuck off of me !” Dan screamed again as he felt feminine fingers trying to get at his belt buckle and zipper. LaTanya, the African-American chick with a red-weave and white-leggings. Not Joyce. Not you. Not Stephanie.”“Wait, did you change your mind about me?”“No, Melanie. But I am going to insist that you stick to the limits of what I can give you and accept the relationship on my terms.”“That might be hard to do, because you limit it so much.”“As much as I love you, I don’t think we have a future as a couple. You know, I think that you belong with Pete. It’s true that we limited ourselves because of Birgit, but in the end, I don’t think we’re compatible. Oh, we have some. I saw Randy smirking as he looked at me during the announcement and it was all I could do to keep from going over to him and pounding him into paste.Just when I had reached the point where I believed that things were as bad as they could get I got a rude awakening — they got worse. In a surprising development Ferguson and Sons bought the company that my wife worked for and suddenly we were coworkers. It did not turn out to be a good thing. Randy was smitten with my wife and from the time she. I told him I could handle that. ‘Great!’ said the Assistant. He snapped his fingers and called out, ‘Fluff!’ Tracy came over. Looking me dead in the eye without a hint of emotion – like, everything is strictly business and we’re all professionals here, right? – Tracy took me by the hand and walked me to this little alcove off to the side. ‘You can put your things here,’ she said, indicating a little table. I got down to my underwear. I was a bit self-conscious, right? Tracy dropped to her.