After all, he might even be dead.That thought started her off crying again.With young men all over the country being killed needlessly in wars, traffi...c accidents, and all sorts of things, it suddenly seemed all too logical that Terry might have been long dead when she betrayed their private love.But after hours of self-recrimination and repeated arguments with herself that tore her apart over and over again, she had to do something to retain her sanity.She took the easiest way she knew.She. ”“Your dad is the nicest guy I’ve met, well, next to you,” she said.“And the guy over there in the easy chair?” I chuckled.“Don’t ask me to explain Jason; I can’t!”“You’re still surprised by how your life turned out!”“All because some weird Yuppie showed up at my parents’ bed-and-breakfast four years ago!” she laughed.“Did you guys find a place yet?”“We had thought about renting, but it turns out that with our joint savings and Jason’s job, we can easily afford to buy a bungalow in Oak Park. But most of all, she always used to dress in sexy office outfits: generous cleavage, short skirts, high heels, stockings and everything…”my first sex teacher” or, more precisely, “my slutty secretary” kind of look (in fact, she really used to work as a secretary). That`s why almost everyone in the company (as you can imagine) thought about her that she is a slut. I must admit that I had the same thoughts about her. The only difference is that I had no problem about it. But the most important. She was sitting in such a way that I could see only the lower part of her face, and down through her midsection. She waved, and I closed the other windows and enlarged hers. She was blonde, with her hair down the front of her past her breasts (my favorite length!). She was wearing a t-shirt that I could see the word “Special” and the letters “Orders” on the next line and some more letters below. “Hello” I typed. She typed back “Mic?” I turned on my speakers and typed back that my mic was broken.