No drunken-easy-girl here.“Oh, Angela.”Startled that he had actually said my real name, for the first time in a long time. I turned my face away, ...looking out the open door to the hallway. I tugged at his wrist, but his fingers were engaged.He kissed my neck and repeated, “Oh, Angela.”I could have gone with it. It did feel good. That kind of attention is what daydreams are made of. But, at least at this moment, it’s not going to be with Brett Hammond.I heard the back door open and shut. Someone. I recognized that sensation and understood what it meant. She wore a dark Burgundy red bustier-like dress. The material of the dress shimmered and sparkled as she moved. The outfit was backless and strapless with a slit up both sides to her hips and was completed with an easily visible black garter belt, sheer black stocking, a matching red thong and red four inch fuck-me heels. If you researched erotic in the encyclopedia, this ensemble would be pictured. When I first saw her, the memory of. Here I was a woman with two very small children who used to behis boss, his male boss, his mentor, his squash opponent everyWednesday night for years (my win average was ninety five percent) andI was the one who encouraged him to apply for the second in charge jobas my assistant in the first place. Now I was expected to go to him andtell him that I loved him and was prepared to be his girl.And did I love him? Or was I just very grateful to him for giving methe chance to get back my life and. Yeah." My voice cracking as I also took on an air of disinterest. I glanced down and noticed my erection had grown to the point where it was painfully pressing against my jeans. I tossed a pillow over my lap and asked Auzzie what the adults were doing. He replied that they had all gone home and his parents were sleeping and then he reached down and pulled out the bottle of schnapps. I hooted and we began taking pulls of the bottle and passing it back and forth until we were good and tipsy..