Now Ms. Sloane had only been in town for a couple of weeks or so, but already had an office at BB. I don’t mean a cubicle like mine, but a door, two... windows, the real deal. I’m definitely going to start ordering more fish. Boiled Finnin-Haddie, say. Steamed muscles.“Come in, Birdie.”The sun was streaming in at a slant, catching all that red hair, sort of making it glow. Easy on the eyes, Ms. Sloane.“Say, did I ever happen to mention a certain Top Speller Prize?”“Yes, my first day here.”“The. I also told her that I was imagining what color bra she was wearing. She got the drift and replied to me saying she had a black bra on, which she will change when she reached home.I said I would love to be a fly on the wall when she was changing; admire her pert nipples and juicy melons. It was the most clichéd line but somehow worked. She was beginning to get turned on too. I enquired what color panty she had on and asked if she intended to change that too? Then I made the most obvious. Meanwhile, he was feeling along my back, getting lower and lower. He hesitated above my ass, and I finally grabbed his hands and pushed them down. I shifted so that I was straddling his legs. As he was kneading my ass, I moved my hands along his back and arms and finally the hard muscles of his chest. At this point, I started getting impatient. It felt like I was in heat. I reached and started pulling up his shirt. He helped with getting it the rest of the way off. He started trying to grab my. I settled in my familiar chair with a cold Heineken, and chit chatted with him as checked my e-mail: mostly messages from home that tried to get me inundated in work before I even reported for my new job. I heard a few steps and I found he had left the room momentarily, so I pulled up the Quilting room camera to see Mary working there alone, dressed minimally on the pentulimate day of August. I longed to run over there and ravish her as I had so often before, but I had to start letting go..