Deena’s in middle school and she expects to be there with her dad and her step-mom.Bill had already discussed who’d attend on Deena’s behalf wit...h Deena’s mom.“She’s not going,” Bill told us. “She says that since I’m going with you, that should be enough.”“You told her I was going, right?” I asked.“Yes, I did. After all, it’s your old school, too.”“And...” I prodded.“I don’t think she thinks that showing up with me and you is something she wants to do.”Privately, Bill and I had talked. “Sad,” I. "Special delivery, Sir," the boy announced holding out a small parcel wrapped in brown paper. I took it from him and signed his receipt book. I noted the time and place of posting: Benfield Abbas, some four hours earlier. I have heard it suggested that private companies might improve on the delivery services offered by Her Majesty's Royal Mail. What an absurd suggestion! I handed the receipt book back. The delivery boy saluted once more and left.As I opened the parcel I saw it bore Harwell. He smiled and she watched his hand drift under the desk and the vibrations increased. She tried to concentrate as he spoke but his deep voice only made the heat in her stomach increase. She placed her hands in her lap, shifting slightly, trying to take the pressure off her clit but it only made it worse pressing against her and the vibrations pulsed through her body. Five minutes passed, then ten, then fifteen and he turned up the vibrations every so often, watching as her cheeks flushed pink. Bugger."Hey boss, did you hear me?" Yes." Well?" Well what?" You're not going to tell are you?" I stared at her, hoping she would goaway. "Who this Karen bitch is." She's not a bitch. Who have you discussed this with?" I asked."We've all discussed it, most of last week. It irked me the most, I hadto... confront you." Cindy picked up the magazine and studied thephotograph again, looked at me, furrowed her brow, "It's you isn't it?"After a moments thought, I gave a sheepish smile. "Afraid so."She.