I checked my prisoners. They were huddled together for warmth and looking very pathetic. Quite different from how they'd looked when they had me corne...red in the alley. I pissed off my goon by NP-prodding him several times. He was going to get some work soon and I wanted him to be in the right mood.I got out of my nice, warm sleeping bag. It was a brisk morning, so I put a heat blob over me while I floated to one of the bags of food I had suspended from the branches around me (there are enough. "That’s because his Dad knows Justin is going to fuck my brains out tonight", her sultry voice spoke as she looked at him.Reilly’s mouth dropped open at her frankness.Katherine turned back to Justin. "I think it's time we danced", she said. Grabbing Justin’s arm, she spouted, "Shall we?" Holy fuck", Justin let out his breath as they moved towards the dance floor.She turned back to look at Reilly, his mouth was still agape. “You be sure to tell Justin’s dad.”, she yelled.He wrapped his arms. The key reasons were that the application he was handling wasnt crucial enough and that there were seniors in the project who deserved a chance at a good rating. And since the company followed a bell curve system, someone had to take the fall. Kurt excused himself from the meeting and headed to his desktop to compose his resignation, but ended up deciding to have a coffee to settle down. Half an hour later, he walked back in and went straight to Nellys cubicle. Nelly, I am having trouble. Michael smirked. “That’s new,” he muttered to himself before he could stop it. “Huh?” Jessica asked, dragging her eyes away from his erection and to his face. “Hmm? Oh! Nothing! I mean it’s just um…you’re uh…. hair…” Michael stammered. She tittered again and looked down. “Oh, yeah. Maggie and I saw some different styles in our Female Hygiene textbook and I don’t know, I just figured I’d give something new a try…but how did you know it was different?” Michael felt his stomach churn and his mouth.