She was my secretary, office manager, receptionist, file clerk and general girl Friday. She was almost the first person I had hired twenty years ago w...hen I decided to strike out on my own and open my own construction company. My darling wife had refused to work in the business with me and I rapidly found I needed office help because I spent so much time out with my crew. Maude was ten years older than I was but she treated me like her son much of the time. I would be lost without her.I snorted. ." It was probably inevitable Jess would be alerted by my grunting. She opened her eyes, and saw me masturbating, and looking at her. "Bobby, what the fuck?" "I can't help it, Jess! Believe me, I really hate myself right now." "You fucking perv!" "I know, I'm sorry!" I suddenly saw Jess craning her neck up, like she was trying to see something. "Well, look, Bobby, if you're gonna stare at me, could you at least turn your chair around?" "What?" "Turn to face me, so I can watch you, too." . He had greeted the three with a firm handshake, which gave the first recipient the feeling of awkwardness. The leader, however, reminded him in their native language that it was how this leader (Truman) greeted people and to accept it. The other two greeted him without a hitch. The three explained their reasons for being here, who they were, and such. President Truman responded by stating what happened during almost all of the first half of the century.Event Date: 7-4-1947Event. I paused at the door, just in case.Silent. No light from under the door.Summoning what courage I had left, I turned the key. There was no handle to turn, just a cheap handle for pulling the door closed.I eased the door open to a darkened room.Slipping into my room, I quietly shut the door behind me. I thought about turning on the light, but there was enough illumination coming in through the window to see my way to the dresser against the wall. My bag was on top, along with my charging.