” He stepped inside and closed the door behind him, then walked over to her, unbuttoning his shirt.Caroline reached out and began to undo John’s b...elt. “Well, lover, anything special in mind?”“Like what?”“Oh, you know. Should I take my panties and heels off? Or leave them on. Did you want me to put on something special? Or play games?”“Oh,” said John, suddenly unsure of himself. “Uh, I hadn’t thought of anything special, I guess. Do you want to get undressed?” By now John’s pants were in a pile. A shirtless Skip was standing in the open door, his eyes focused intently on my crotch. My expression must have been priceless, a combination of horror and embarrassment. Instinctively, as the blood rushed to my face, I clamped my legs together in panic. When Skip saw my legs snap close, his face broke into a smile. I was trying to scream, ‘Go, away. Leave me alone!’ But it wasn’t working. Instead, my eyes were drinking in Skip’s beautiful physique, that chest, those abs, the strong farm boy. Get your messages. Then we will talk."Taking the phone, he handed over the six trout. He speed dialed home and listened to the messages. Suddenly his ex-wife's voice came on, and David felt his body go cold. Snapping the phone closed, he started cursing."That fucking son of bitch whore! I'm so fed up with her shit. Well, that's it with her. She is never getting Ashley back, even if I have to take that job in New Zealand." Turning he smashed his fist into the metal sign pointing to the lake and. Tracy the Supervisor was a very nice looking young married woman, she was a slim natural blue eyed blonde, and quite a good Supervisor. She was she told everyone married without children, but she never talked about her husband to anyone as far as I knew. I was pretty sure she knew of the amount of teasing that was going on, but realizing I was not getting offended she just issued gentle warnings when and where she thought it was appropriate.Weekends were an especially busy time for the company.