"Let's get out of here," he said.I jumped from my master's lap and then reached out to pull him to his feet. Once he was on his feet, we all rushed to... the exit of the room. I expected that we would turn left and head towards the pressure doors, but we turned right. As a group, we stopped by the replicators so that Esther could put the two trays into a recycler.Once that was done; James appeared to relax a little. "Sorry," he said to the captains. "This new governor just arrived and he's been. Those heels are a bitch." "Oh geez, no shit. But I don't _want_ to go to a party, Debbie!" Icomplained. "Not like _this_!" "No, something different." She told me what she had in mind. "Oh, no, Deb, no, not- oh, no, this was one thing, but no-" "Oh, but please," she breathed, and then leaned in close and gaveme the longest kiss I'd ever had in my entire life. I almost castratedmyself with the boner I tried to get. "Ah, ah, ah," I said when she came up for air. . " That's wonderful. It's so good to meet someone who's enthusiastic about their job. Diane is like that too. It must be contagious," she chuckled.She led me into the living area and then out onto a large back deck. There were quite a few people here already. I poured myself a soft drink and stepped out onto the porch. I wasn't there more than a minute when a big, hearty man approached me."Hi, I'm Paul Wilson. I don't recognize you, so you must be Diane's husband." That's right," I said, holding. I emailed him back with the lamest of excuses. First of all, I was working. I couldn't just drop everything to run out for some steamy, erotic, secret rendezvous down the street. Secondly, I am hardly dressed for it. It was Friday after all - office casual day. I was hardly dressed in anything remotely appealing or sexy. Girlish preppy was more like it. An untucked, tailored shirt, leaving the tails to stick out a bit beneath the sweater I have over it, jeans (snug, but not too snug), socks,.