“I’m Paul Taylor. My company owns the building. We were on the third floor when that bomb went off and killed our secretary.”“What?” The pol...iceman asked.“Our secretary, Laura Wilkins was in the outer office. That’s where the explosion happened. The rest of us were in the back conference room,” I said as I motioned to the ladies. “Someone sent us a bomb. Laura opens all packages. I saw a box with a stack of mail on it when we went into the conference room.”“Shit,” the cop said dispassionately.. You had to walk up to the sofa, before you could see me lying on it.I had already been watching the movie for about twenty minutes, when I suddenly heard some footsteps in the kitchen. I found this very strange, because I didn't expect my sister to be back so soon. My first thought, when I heard them walking up to me, was, "OH NO! My sister is home with her friends!"At that moment, I felt a rush going through my body. I knew that I was about to get caught by some friends of my sister, while. I noted that all of the current patrons seemed to be female, which surprised me a little.I detected a movement out of the corner of my eye, and a low voice spoke into my ear. "So, who owns you?"I looked to my left, my eyes widening slightly. A pretty brunette was pulling herself onto the stool beside me. "What did you say?"She looked me directly in the eyes, and said, "I asked who owns you?" In a lower voice, she added, "Slut."I gasped slightly at the last word, but met her gaze, and asked,. Of course, anticipating what might be going on in a teenager's mind is an exercise in futility. At any rate, Margie wasn't ready to probe into that area yet so we took pains to keep it very discreet.Neither of us deluded ourselves that our relationship was just convenient mutual gratification, either. We were madly, passionately in love with each other and said as much anytime we were together and out of ear-shot of the curious. Margie's marriage started going south soon after her wedding and.