I thought that very promising.“Jar, I’m taking Roger to church tomorrow. We’ll see you there.”I smiled. “That will work. Jam will meet me th...ere.” We weren’t holding hands but he was standing close.Angela looked at him. “That’s good. He looks like he needs religion.” She smirked.“Yes. It will be good for him. He also likes dark beer.”She made an “oh” with her lips. I surface dived and then swam a few laps. Jam kept up with me and I wasn’t taking it easy. We got out and went to where my stuff was. It wasn't hard to get Joan to strip or even to have sex with me specially in the woods , it has been a turn on for both of us. “I see that you are horny”she said taking a hold of my hard cock and smiled.”Yeah and I was hoping I can maybe get it inside you today, or at least we can try”. Joan wrapped an arm around my waist and said”yes that would be nice”.We started walking up a trail that we seldom walked. As we walked ,and talked we would stop from time to time to kiss and fondle each other.. Finally after more than fifteen years of revolving door managers, along came Jerome Fischer, third cousin to somebody and newly anointed manager (and future owner) of Harriman's General Store. Mr. Fischer, thirty eight years of age, a product of a neighborhood on the opposite end of town, had worked in a number of similar retail shops, the majority of which he had left involuntarily with the true reason for termination not disclosed. But he was good enough at spinning a yarn that he was always. “M- Miss Jenna! I was just exploring the office. I reached the office 30 minutes ago,” I stammered to defend myselfMiss Jenna gave out a little giggle as I tried to convince her of my innocence. She assured me that she was just joking and there was nothing to worry about. I let a huge sigh of relieve as I sat down and Miss Jenna sat on my cubicle table right infront of me. She asked how I was doing for my first week in the office. I showed her all the progress I made with the data sorting and.