For the rest of the morning Penny was alone in the house. There was still a lot to do, and Penny occupied herself sorting out the kitchen and pulling ...all the small ornaments out of their boxes and displaying them on the furniture put in place the day before. Later in the morning Penny sat down with a cup of tea and called Marina, her younger sister. For five minutes she sympathized as Marina complained about her husband’s low sex drive, but before she could really get to the bottom of Marina’s. The customer had to point it out to me over seven times before I heard myself saying mirror. That will trip you out. Made me nervous as hell as one of my favorite go to words is fuck. Wouldn’t that go real well at work:“Yes, I’ll be happy to include another box of fuck to your order.”“Did you just say Fuck!”“No Ma’am, I would never say that. I said I would be happy to include another box of fuck to your order.”“You did it again.”“No, I didn’t.”That would be an interesting conversation to have. Tommy let go of her breasts as she fell onto Rod’s chest. Rod and Susan sat motionless for several minutes recovering from their exertions. “I need a cigarette,” Susan finally said. “I’ll get them,” said Tommy and he headed into the kitchen where Susan had left the packet. “Bring them to the bedroom,” Rod shouted after him “And bring some drinks as well. I’m fucking parched,” he added. Susan finally raised herself from Rod, her clit tingling as it moved over his cock. She stood up and Rod. Not an auspicious start to the 1992 Winston Cup season.February 18, 1992 Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania“Game tickets are on your desk, the two client meetings are set for this afternoon and two more in the morning. John Kyle will be here by noon.”“Perfect. I assume Ralph and Patty are also available for dinner and the game?”I’d asked Mario to arrange a team dinner, with no significant others, and a team outing to the game with Ned Jenkins being the only ‘outsider’.“Yes. And I called Ned Jenkins this.