Megan is ill." Oh, poor Megan," Sally said. "Nothing serious, I hope." No, I'm sure she'll be better tomorrow. In case anyone needs me, they can call ...my cell or send me an email." After the usual pleasantries, Greg hung up and dialed Megan's office. He left a message on the voice mail, identifying himself and saying that Megan wouldn't be at work today. Then he turned his attention to the pile of scripts in front of him.Greg got through five scripts and two pots of coffee. He stood up,. Something about the baby and the man now holding him. But the tide of noise and conversation kept her from concentrating, and she began to eat again.It was during dinner that the story of how Renee came to be there finally came out. The story of her hitting Bobby’s car was glossed over by Bobby, who said it was a simple accident. No mention was made of her hospital stay, or the condition she was in when she was brought to this house for the first time. The way Bobby told it, it was just a. “Why are you going to California?”“I am going there to work,” I said not bothering to elaborate.“I figured that but what type of work?” he asked as he leaned down and kissed me.‘I thought you were going to take me out for supper,” I said trying to change the subject as I tried to wiggle away from him with no success.“You want to eat, you have to tell me what type of work is pulling you to California.” Dak said as he rubbed his body against mine, letting me feel the bulge in his jeans.“For. .what should I do with you?" She waits; it is not her place to answer. "Okay. Stand up. Strip. No embellishments please."Matter-of-factly each piece of clothing comes off, neatly folded and placed to the side. Standing still before him, he lets his eyes wander down her body. Square shoulders, full breasts, slightly rounded belly and curvy hips. Although not especially long, her legs are nicely formed with shapely well-muscled thighs tapering to slender calves and rather delicate ankles. Her.