It was a week from this Saturday and everyone was expected to attend with their spouse or boy/girlfriend as the case may be. Pam was very noncommittal..., just saying that I would be accompanied. I saw why when the mail arrived at my desk Thursday afternoon. There were two letters, one of them an overnight, the other a two-day. I opened the two-day and found that it contained divorce papers. The other one just stated that Pam would have a suitable date on my arm to attend the awards. She also. All while this young girl is laying next to me. I take a peek at her and it seems she's fallen asleep. I'm thinking she's tired and the other peeps in the house are making to much noise or whatever. I just keep on talking to the girl from SC. After a few minutes, the little girl starts what sounded like "moaning". The type of moaning that you make when your being woken up...yet it had a hint of sexuality in it. The girl on the phone says "What was that?". I replied with "what noise?". I'm. She was sitting on his face and he was drinking her in, swirling his tongue around in her sweet honeypot and savoring the taste of her essence. Every flick of his tongue was ecstasy, making her toes stretch and curl. She looked down at his erection, sprawled out like a beached whale. Should she do something? She had given him a couple hand jobs since she first made love, but ... should she do more? He was using his mouth on her, so it was only fair.She slowly leaned down and brought her face. Never introduce me to the people you’re with. I have no right to know anything. In the corporate food chain, I am plankton. When you refer to them later, my shrewd deductions will identify them.10. Be nice to me only when the job I’m doing for you could really change your life and send you straight to manager’s hell.11. Tell me all your little problems. No one else has any and it’s nice to know someone is less fortunate. I especially like the story about having to pay so many taxes on the bonus.