" The problem was, Wendy had no email address or phone number that I knew of. I could have mailed a letter to our old apartment, but I considered it e...xtremely unlikely that she was still living there. I had no way of getting in touch with her acquaintances, either. Perhaps once things settled down, I could check in with my State Department contacts, to see if they could help in some way. Even this, I knew, was a long shot.As smooth as things were proceeding at home, getting back in the swing of. Instead of obeying his command, I put my bag down, faced him and without saying a word, lifted my blouse off, over my head and threw it on the sofa. He was speechless. Without a response from him, I continued. I kicked off my shoes, unbottoned and unzipped my denim jeans and slid them down my hips and legs. Than I pushed them off completley and tossed them on the sofa as well. As I stood there in my white panties and bra with my boobs straining to get out, Eugene once again could not offer any. There were two of my high school and college classmates working at ZYX, Audrey and Carol, and I had dated them both while in college, but there had been no spark between us. We had managed to stay friends (and in Aud’s case friends with benefits) and I was occasionally asked to be an escort when one of them needed a date for some function or social event.I’d been with ZYX a little over seven months when it came time for the company Christmas party. I currently wasn’t seeing anyone and neither. I grinned, figuring that she was now resigned to her fate.“You fucking pervert!” she muttered.I raised my brows and wriggled my finger over my phone.“Ok. Jesus ok! Take your finger off the phone!” she gasped, a tear ran down her cheek.“Put your hand where it belongs first,” I insisted.Mother sighed and the newspaper crackled as her hand tentatively crawled under the table and into my crotch. The back of her fingers grazed my erect penis and I flinched and let out a sigh.I had been dreaming of.