I asked June if anything had happened while I was out of the office before I checked my email. She said, “Nothing out of the ordinary.” I went int...o my office and closed the door. Heather walked in while I just stared at some paperwork on my desk and closed the door. “Marla, as you know, yesterday I said that I wanted to voluntarily give up wearing clothes”. “Yes”. “Well the problem I ran into after I left work yesterday was on the public bus I ride to and from work. I kept getting touched and I. I'll call her Julia. She had shoulder length red hair. She had impressive breasts, probably D-cup and a lovely heart-shaped ass. She had a slight paunch... but I don't know of many grandmothers who don't. She calls herself a 'sexy' grandmother in conversation and I'm not about to argue with her about that. Julia was about my height, 5'6". I'll be the first to admit to being a bit on the short side. It's never bothered me. I figure average height for an American male is about 5'8" or 5'9".... One reason for me thinking that way was that I myself am a bit out of shape. That is very clear as I have always been a ‘foodaholic’.Looking at my expressions he tried to get me settle with a smiled. “I didn’t expect you to come so soon.” He said.“Yes. I skipped a lecture to come home early.” I replied.He continued to smile at me. He kept quite but I understood the signs. I knew what he was expecting from me, I just wasn’t sure I want to say it. But then I took a deep breath, repeated the motto. Too often, civilians suddenly found morality or quickly succumbed to greed, either wanting to expose the 'evils of the government' or worse.The previous project leader had been a nice enough guy—sort of grandfatherly. But in the end, Amy did her duty. Of course, the old man didn't really die of a brain aneurism, unless by chance a blood vessel in his brain burst milliseconds before the .38 hollow-point round entered his skull.Amy hadn't wanted to kill the old professor, he was a rather.