) "I love chocolate pudding," she said. "I love your chocolate pudding skin" I said. She snickered loudly at this, pushing at me with her nails. "I lo...ve your chocolate body, you hot thing, you" I volunteered. We weren't a "regular thing" since that first encounter, but we'd shared more than a few intimate encounters afterwards at our places after hours. I was simply being honest.I scooted up closer to her, gave her thigh a gentle squeeze, kissed her neck. The break room door was locked, and. I kept on sitting down in my squatted position, afraid that the door would be opened. However, this didn't happen and I could hear how those running feet went away again. I think it must have been a kid living with his or her parents in that apartment that was just running around inside the apartment.I then walked to the staircase and started to go up to the next floor. Because I had to go past the first and second floor anyway, I planned to check all the door handles. Knowing my girlfriend, I. But everybody was shocked to find out he was a dead ringer for you.”I asked her how her job was going.“It’s gotten weird around there,” she said, “Between me and Eva, anyway, with what happened between you two and between me and Daryl. In fact, I’ve accepted a new job working for the state but I don’t start until February. I have told Eva yet. I’m sure she’ll be relieved, though.”We sipped our drinks in silence for a moment or two.“So,” Rita said, “These last few months have been kind of crazy. It was an experiment that had failed. Paul had read up on the background of NUDEP on the Net and they were starting to look at boys too, not to be spanked and naked but to be a part of it on the dominant end. They found out that women were much happier when they were of service to men. And men were happier, too.So many of the world's problems turned out to be because women were not satisfied to be the receptive energy. Instead, women envied men and wanted to experience what they experience..