"Group project?" Mazaki asked casually."Be sure you work them into the schedule. I don't want to miss the presentation like last time." We'd had a sch...eduling conflict with Noah and I'd missed part of what turned out to be a very dull sales pitch. She glared at me but I grinned back. "It's not polite to call your boss rude names." I didn't say a word." She went back to her paperwork while biting back a grin of her own. "And you can't fire me for thinking."We got back to the condo in time for. So I turned to face her. She pushed her walking trousers down as far below her knees as they would go. Wow, nice legs! I had a moment of realisation; nice legs, nice face, nice personality, nice tits, ... nice everything. I might fancy this girl! Then my eyes automatically took in her red-and white stripped panties. Cute!She caught my gaze, and chastised me, "No staring down there, look at my face while I do this!". But she said it kindly, and with an amused smile, as if she didn't. While Dave and I sipped a much needed drink he asked for my email address. 'I'll send you copies of the pictures,' he promised. The photo shoot hadn't stopped when Maggie undressed and, at several points during the time that followed, whichever one of us happened to have a hand free, grabbed the camera and popped off a few shots. 'I have to say I'm looking forward to seeing them,' I grinned. 'This has been something of a first for both of us.' 'Really? I wouldn't have guessed.' 'So you and. “The chain mail shop,” Nicole answered. “Don’t ask me. I’ve been coming here for nearly ten years and I get lost even with a map. If I ever lost Sam, I’m done for. I’ll be begging out here in front of the shops.”“I imagine they’ll hire a crier,” I said. “You know like when a parent loses their kid at K-Mart. He’ll ring his bell. Samuel Clementine, Samuel Clementine, we have your wife Nicole with security.”She laughed, her nose scrunching adorably, her short dark hair falling over one eye that.