”“How is my child?”There was an immediate silence on the other end of the line.“Sir ... how were you informed that you have a child?”“That... is not the issue here ... the issue is my issue ... so to speak. My daughter survived the death of her mother. How is her health?”“Sir, pursuant to New South Wales Statues, Abby’s offspring has been released to the Church Missionary Society of New South Wales as an orphan.”“How can she be an orphan? Her father is alive.”“All I can tell you is that she has. It’s time to put it to good use.”Rod slipped a finger into her asshole, then two, and wiggled them, slithering in the slickness within, the walls of her trench hugging them. Then he rubbed his slimy fingers over his purple helmet and up and down his shaft. He put the head of his half-lubed dick, swollen and aching, against her winking rim. “Give it to me,” Maud said. “The whole enchilada.” She gripped her hands onto his hips.Rod leaned in and pushed the head of his cock against her asshole.. He appeared like a bronze statue with his eyes fixed in the direction the girl. To John, the look in his eyes was more than would denote just a passing interest. She was wearing tight fitting jeans, and she walked with a natural swing, her breast bulging from the top of her low cut blouse, but with an innocent demeanor, that seemed totally devoid of any sexual consciousness, which was enough to drive anyone wild who entertained such thoughts. She was now standing on the river bank. John. Operationally, we're always bogged down in detail and day-to-day crises, so we almost never look. We're looking now."The meeting reconvened and Cliff shifted the subject to the basis of competition: How does a company win the game. He explained there are usually a small number of factors — normally only three to five — that determine success."Folks," he explained, "this section is absolutely critical! If we don't get this section right before we set our strategy, everything is wrong. We won't.