She loved me too, I saw it in her eyes. The way they warmed and how her voice changed when I spoke to her. I changed too. My voice dropped a little lo...wer and I wanted to protect her. It was different though. For the first time, I actually noticed Erin was as dedicated to my happiness as I was to hers. She made the efforts when it mattered the most. We started to come off our impaired state and it dawned on us that we were aboard an airplane. She ordered a couple more drinks for us. I saw that. I just suddenly heard this swish and a suggestive word from right by my ear “What is subject of the report that little Johnny is preparing a report for me, lingerie nymphs?”. Surprised, I turned round and there was Miss Simone, The Director. Her blond hair tied up in a bun at the back, her sexy little black rimmed glasses, her green eyes, her full lips covered in a red lipstick. She was wearing a business suit which was grey with a pin stripe, she had removed the jacket and a little. Unusual, but not too out of line for the place they were in. He felt his space invaded. Why the fuck do you have to sit here when there’s plenty of room everywhere else? ‘Irish coffee? Yes…Irish coffee and do you have any food?’ she said. Her voice was cultured and he could tell she was educated. She didn’t belong here and that got his radar pricking up a little. Oh, he thought, one of those. He looked across at her while she was dealing with Carl. She was pale and slender. Underneath her. The game was simple. It was a version of 'hotter-colder'. The closer she got to where a colored egg was hidden, the lower her vibe would hum. He had told her that there were more than three dozen plastic Easter eggs hidden in their fenced-in back yard. Only one would fit the lock that would open the back garage door and let her inside.The egg vibrator inside her roared on and caused a rush of pleasure to gush through her. The game was on."Oh, by the way honey," Kyle said as Erin looked around.