I didn't mean any harm, really. I just make up stuff.“„Just what is it you're writing?“„It's a – I guess it's a sort of romance novel.“Mar...ion proceeds to read: „`...Misty sobbed uncontrollably as the whip lashed against her upthrust bottom again and again. Yet, somehow, the more the Count punished her quivering flesh, the more she wanted him. Her arousal blazed with her, consuming all other emotions. Her hips ground wontonly, shamelessly in the air, thrusting against the impact of the whip...´. She’s a tall, slim and attractive brunette; my parents long ago conceded that she was the cutest and smartest of their litter, and I always agreed. As an accountant and bookkeeper, she married her boss, Jack, after using her accounting skills to keep his garage business afloat during the financial crash a decade and more ago, and expanded the business into the next door tea rooms once the boom times returned. Jack was ten years her senior and was too busy during his youth building up his. In order to achieve a pay rise, I'm sure a more dedicated and adaptable approach would be appreciated by all concerned, and enhance your reputation.Yours sincerely,The Management Dear Management Team,I apologise for my one-eyed approach to my occupation in the past, and your recommendations about longer time units have been taken on board. Does the organisation provide on going on the job training? Such as karmasutra classes for increased periods of concentration and enhancement of my ability. We were going to do this all over again for just family and friends tomorrow at the house. Lisa and Mom had made plenty and separated it into two equal portions. All those refrigerators came in handy.Friday morning Frank called to ask if he could bring a couple of friends and acquaintances with him and his wife."Sure, we have plenty of food," I replied. And we did; Lisa, Mom and we girls had cooked more of anything we thought we would be short on. The guests were going to carry home leftovers.