“Ooo, gross.” Sandra obviously noticed the cup. I shrugged.“My roommate is a pig. I don’t know; I haven’t seen him in so long he could be ba...con.” She laughed. It was a nice sound. We missed our Friday lunch last week because of the long model sessions that Lissa did for Figure Painting. I mean, you miss one and it’s two weeks between meetings. Maybe that’s what Lissa was talking about when I complained I didn’t have friends. I didn’t know where my roommate was. Sandra was standing here and just. .. said, “Youse guys Okay? The boss wants to know.”Right away I knew we were dealing with the blind. Any man who called Rachael a ‘guy’ had to have considerably less than 20-20 vision.The other Suit and bulges was looking over the rear of the Caddy and the front of the Celica. He shook his head and began the trek back up the side of the limo. I assume a window rolled down because a hand reached out and grabbed Suit 2 by the tie hard enough to turn the big fella purple.Rachael looked a question. .. was nicely uninhibited. She was on her third fruity cocktail alcopop. I eventually noticed she wasn’t hammered just yet ...but would be most definitely hung over by tomorrow.The pace of the televised wedding was really getting us all down, but apparently more so our youthful college senior. At my reaction to the bridesmaid’s shapely derriere: Pip was up and flouncing her booty in front of the big screen in her short green skirt. Well she got my full attention. Well three-D beats two-D any. ” I jump up, collecting my notebook and pen as well as the merger documents. “Of course, Sir. On my way, Sir.” I must have imagined the tone. There was nothing unusual about his demand. I keep hoping for a repeat of the other day, when he made love to me… no, correction, when he fucked me on the conference table. Oh God, that had been amazing, so incredibly hot. Just the thought has me dripping honey from my core, soaking my panties and I need a moment to collect myself, to be able to keep a.