“I… don’t …want…” I managed between sobs, “you to get in trouble.”That was what pissed Randy off. He grabbed me by my shoulders screa...ming that he didn’t “give a fuck” and that he was “going to find the fucker and beat the shit out of him.” We got into to a wrestling match with me pushing him crying “no, that’s not what I want.” In the end, he accidentally hit me sending me crying to the floor.“Oh, shit Ty,” Randy exclaimed kneeling on to the floor beside me, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”I. Sara was a corporate bombshell that had started with the firm over the Spring and was already creating a name for herself. At 26 years old, Sara had graduated from Northwestern and was working at a rival firm before being poached by a corporate head hunter. At 5'4 and weighing a little over 120 pounds, Sara had beautiful, shoulder length, auburn hair, perky c-cup breasts and a cute butt that always left men like Mark drooling.Mark couldn't help falling head over heels for Sara. The ways her. “Fancy a drink tonight?” he asked me casually one day.“Sure,” I replied, thankful that I had worn a very short skirt and tight top with no bra that day. Phase one of my slogan was complete.What I wasn’t ready for, was the location. He took me to this amazingly posh and expensive lounge bar which had a VIP area with a private cabin. I’m sure it must have cost £500 for the evening. Phase One was more successful than I could ever have hoped for. It was clear that he had realised he could have me. I alsobought a black silk peignoir and gown set.We met Mommy at lunch time at a restaurant and enjoyed a lovely lunchtogether. I showed Mommy my purchases and she was glad for me. I knew thenext big step was to go and alone buy clothes for myself. I knew I wouldhave to as I wanted to get something really special for our honeymoonthat Patricia did not know about.After our lunch we went to Cinderella's. We were both wondering if Mrs.Alexander the lady Beverly told us about had arrived in Palm.