All except for him. His presence had been unnerving throughout the meeting. Each time she felt her blouse rub across her hardened nipples, she knew he... was there, knew that she was braless, and knew that he kept her in a constant state of arousal. Now, alone in the room with her, his presence nearly overwhelmed her. “We have an unresolved issue,” he said softly, moving to lock both access doors. “You can’t keep doing this to me,” she said. “I’m your boss.” He grinned wickedly. “I can,” he said.. " This is so stupid," I told my mother. "Why do we have to go through this every year?" "Just shut up and break it," my sister hissed.Helen took half of the wishbone and I took the other. I looked her in the eyes. I was determined I would win this wishbone this year. Somehow, I would show everyone here how successful I was with my life. I would... yes I would... The wishbone bent, farther and farther. I watched Helen's eyes squint with determination. We had both made that vow. We were both. Better not to."I looked at him thinking it wasn't that important. Instead, he thumped his stomach. "I look pretty good, hey? Right?"I shrugged. Six foot six black men didn't do much for me."I'm HIV positive, I have Hep A and C. You think I look like this because I work out? My idea of heaven, boy, was ribs, grits, fries; a baked potato slathered in butter and sour cream. A huge stack of pancakes, drowned in maple syrup and dripping more butter. Lobster? Love them! More butter. Crab legs and. We eventually find a secluded spot, which seems just the place that we have been looking for.She stopped and sat down with her legs slightly apart, giving me a glimpse of the gusset of her panties, which are showing a damp spot where she has become excited about the prospect of the fuck that is about to happen.I sat down beside her and slowly slid my fingers under the hem of her short skirt, which by now has ridden up to mid thigh. I carried on until I reached the top of her stocking and felt.