" Thank you," she said, as she once again hugged me as she'd done the daybefore. She released me after feeling my bra and looked at me without speakin...g.I wondered if she would ask me about it. "Mr. Barton, are we going towork on riding today?" We have to work on your starting line technique," I said. "You loseprecious track position because you can't get going. Then once you doget going your shifts are so bad you lose even more ground." What do I do wrong?" I'll show you. Let's go out to the. I have to admit that thered silk and lace lingerie is extremely pretty and works very well withmy skin tone. Before continuing with my preparations, my mind slipsback to the time six months ago when this all started. I was calledinto the boss' office at the end of the day, nervous that I was introuble and fearful of the reaction. The boss made me sit beforestanding in front of me and presenting me with the evidence of thetransfers of company money I'd made to my personal account. I tried. She stood alone then suddenly realized her quest had not come to an end. She had met the hunk next door, impressed him with her taste in fashion, melted into a puddle of mush and her mind was racing with naughty thoughts, and she had a date to make chili with a gorgeous man. Then she shook her head to clear her mind and thought; 'he's just too damn beautiful ... there's got to be something not right ... I bet he's gay.'Then she mentally punished herself for forgetting to put on perfume before. Rachael kept asking what I was making. I refused to tell her. Diced potatoes were sautéed and browned. I added diced onion and a touch of Tabasco. Opening a can of Corned Beef, I cut it up and added it to the frying pan. Finally, I whipped the one egg with a touch of milk and added to the pan. A dash of salt and freshly ground pepper, and I plated the meal.Rachael looked at the plate, leaned forward and sniffed, picked up her fork and tasted it reluctantly. “Mmmm,” she announced and inhaled her.