I looked into her desk. What the fuck… is she crying. My heart breaks. I called to the travel desk and gave them info that me and shalini will leave... tomorrow to Singapore, and ask them to make her arrangements. I went to shalini, said that we ll leave tomorrow, we can go and pack our stuff. She is not looking me. Just left without saying anything. I followed her to the lift and asked her whats wrong. When we are inside the lift I tried to kiss her. She pushed me back.I told her to drop me in my. Her short, grey hair was a mess. She had paint smears on her jeans and more on her white t-shirt. Her tits were loose beneath the shirt and was that the faint outline of a pierced nipple? She talked as she worked, moving bits of scenery, tidying up texts, checking lights, stacking chairs. I offered to help but she waved a vague hand and told me to sit. The upshot was that she’d liked my stuff but it wasn’t exactly right for her company. “Some really good stuff there, Charlotte.” “Catherine.”. Then, one night when I was sitting watching TV, I got a very surprising phone call from my pregnant friend. She'd moved on to another job a few months before she'd found out her marriage was over and that she'd "accidentally" gotten pregnant again. It was a phone call I will never forget."Hi, Tom," the familiar voice on the other end of the line greeted me."Hi! Is this Pam? Girl, I haven't heard from you since you changed jobs?? How in the world are you doing??" I expected her to tell me how. Jeans with high heel brown boots she came straight to my room and i was laying down and watching the tv she came and said I'm lazy I Called her a bimbo then she pulled the remote control from my hand she had really soft hands then the channel changed as she was pulling and a adult channel came up i said Leave it but she said NO trying to attempt to change the channel even i tried to change it but it wont change we both looked at the TV and saw a latin girl sucking a cock me and Ayshea looked at.