It’s not a war story as much as it is a story about people thrown together in a war zone. My secretary also enjoyed it—as did my grandmother—but... that is the limit of distribution at this point in time.’ ‘Can I read it?’ ‘Now you’re being too kind and you already told me you had more than enough amateur wannabe prose to review over the next few days.’ ‘Do you have the manuscript with you or not?’ ‘Of course, I never leave home without it.’ Mike said, retrieving the work from his carry on.. It was incredibly satisfying. It felt even better when hecountered with his own a nasty look, and that also withered under mygaze. As the bouncer looked away, muttering under his breath, I feltsomething like myself again.The sun was just rising as I left the inn, and the streets were all butdeserted. It was something of a relief as, more upbeat or not, I wasstill alone in an unfamiliar form. I made it to the gates all butunnoticed. I saw the strange looks the guards shot me out of the cornerof. . how shall I say it.... look at my breasts instead of what I’m writing on the board. And one time while I was wearing a skirt he was trying to sneak his phone under my skirt to take a picture.” Sorry to ask sir but do you allow pornography in your home?” Turning red I have to admit that yes I do have some at home but that I’m sure my son doesn't know about it. As we speak I think to myself that I can under stand why my son is watching you and not the board. I tell you that “I am sorry but you. ” Curious, Angela walked round the desk to her boss. When she got close, Mr. Freeman surprised her and grabbed the large globes of his secretary’s ass. He rubbed and kneaded the bubble butt cheeks as Angela was initially shocked.“Oh Mr. Freeman, what are you doing?”“Showing you how you can earn a bonus.”Taking the chance given to, she got to her knees and started to unzip her employer’s pants. After finding his 8 inch fun pole, she kissed the head before taking it in her mouth. She worked.