WR A Picture – Worth A Thousand Words It’s the same old cliché, the husband is the last to know. Well, in my case perhaps not the last but I was ...well down on the list. I’ve always been considered fairly easy going. Not much got me really upset, even the stress of a network that wouldn’t co-operate or software that didn’t work the way it should didn’t really get to me too much. That all came to an end the night I became one of the cliché. It had been a bear of a week. I spent all day the. Suddenly a quiet cough brought me back to reality. Standing there was an older woman, maybe late-60s, wearing a nightshirt and socks. I must have looked a site, breathing hard with beads of sweat on my brow and my right hand moving under the tabletop. ‘I didn’t mean to startle you’ she began. ‘I arrived just this evening from England to visit my b*****r and can’t sl**p because of the time difference. I thought I’d come in here to sit awhile until I became tired enough to try going to sl**p.. To say I was happy was an understatement.Monday morning, I was there and when the job was explained to me, I found it to be quite easy. Office work it was up to me to do ordering and wages and the like. There were all ladies in the office, and they had 5 delivery drivers, one of them, Luke, was quite dishy. The following Thursday, of my first week, Margaret, who was in charge of the office, asked me “Donna can you stay back as Luke hasn’t returned from his deliveries and he’ll need his work. I then motion for dave to stop, but he plunged forward, smiling at me. When he was aproaching the five inch mark I again reminded him. He just nodded and kept about the business at hand. I went and sat back down listening as the wifes breathing got heavier. She and began to moan in a low volume, Oh yea!, fuck that cunt, fuck it good! This being on of her favorte expressions when shes really hot. She dont say much unless shes really into it. Dave taking this as a invite sunk another inch,.