She could deal with work, but that wasn’t very frequent. Most of the time, her boss allowed her to work from home, but every so often, she had to ac...tually come in to the actual office. ‘Jesus, Marsha,’ her boss would say, ‘you’ve gotta find some way to get over your problems.’ And she would promise to try to come in more often, and promptly ignore that promise. The only reason she was still employed was that no one else in the office could match her when it came to editing. She didn’t even know. This morning she had been more inclined to linger, she just loved that slow easy smile of his, not to mention his very fit looking body that wasn't obscured by his towel, only this morning he dropped it, she felt her breath catch in her throat as her eyes travelled downwards, resting at his long thick cock not yet erect, she met his eyes smiling her approval, moving closer to the window as he started to stroke...long strokes from base to tip, his eyes never leaving hers, she could see his cock. They didn't have much to say fer or against Mr. Kilgore, the owner. They did know that he had been confined to that there wheel chair fer close on to 30 years as the result of an accident with a horse. Beyond that, they didn't know much. They did think that it was strange fer him to be behind the killin' of Mr. Williams. It looked like I needed to make another trip into Cheyenne to see what I might find out about this strange goin's on.That evenin', Miz. Emily sat on the veranda swing with me. Our times together areheavenly and so intimate I often cry just thinking about how wonderfulwe are as lovers. You are on such an interesting journey I would neverstand in the way of you finding out everything you can about yourwomanhood. I want you to have many experiences and to feel uninhibited.I know you're having fun and learning a lot. I'm so happy to be a partof your life and to have you in mine."I couldn't stand it! I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply.Abandoning our wine, she.