“You don’t have to say anything in your meetings. All you have to do is listen to your underlings talk. If you have to communicate with them, use ...instant messaging,” Mark said.Dexter could see himself trying to listen to a conversation on the phone and a lecture by some self-proclaimed expert. He said, “I doubt I would be able to give my meetings or the speaker the kind of attention required.”“You’ve got to learn to multi-task,” Mark said with a snort of derision.Dexter put a hand under his. In my made-up dream we'd been lying on my bed back in my flat,doing homework together - I'd not risked taking it any further in caseMiss Stevens had something against naughty dreams."Is it okay, Miss Stevens?" I asked after she'd been reading it for awhile."Apart from a few spelling mistakes," Miss Stevens replied, "I think it'svery interesting. And do relax, Josh - it's just an insight into yourdreams and subconscious thoughts - it's not an exam, I'm not going topass or fail you on it. Dreams. Mona pulled off her thong and dropped it in the hall.Cathy and I got up. For the second time in as many days, I was following a trail of discarded lingerie to a bedroom.We could already hear Kay and Mona groaning from the open guest room door. Cathy pushed my bedroom door shut behind us."No offense, but I've had enough distractions," she said."I understand," I said."Do you understand I want you to finish what you started in my car?" she said.She embraced me and started stroking my semi-erect. I had been home schooled most of my life, my mother and father were over-protective of me. For obvious reasons, but I convinced them to let me start the sixth grade. Now, unlike most 12 year old girls, I wasnt worried about puberty, it came at me like a nuclear bomb. My chest size was 36E, I had to wear a special sports bra just to go to school. I wasnt fat, on the contrary, not including my massive breasts, I looked like any other 12 year old girls, long brown hair tied into pig tails, thin.