”“That is the very last thing I want!” Elanore railed.“Then why’s thee stood there with the ass out of thee dress like some common tart?” ...Eric asked.Dan knocked the door, “Come in,” Eric ordered.“Now see here,” Elanore warned.“Why have you got the ass out of your dress Miss Hollingsworth?” Dan asked.“Makes fingering easier,” Eric advised.“He put superglue on the chair!” she explained.“Good job you had knickers on or you could have skinned your ass,” Dan observed.“She reckoned you fingered her. Sara left to work feeling extremely nervous and self conscious. She was wearing a very short and skimpy black dress that barely covered her legs and showed ample cleavage. He ordered her to wear no panties and a tight push up bra that made her tits look bigger and showed more cleavage than usual. She rode the elevator going to the 16th floor to her office, and she could feel the eyes of the 2 other guys in the elevator with her piercing her body like daggers as they stared at her long white. ‘…I think we’ve got a flat,’ he muttered. Nick dropped his head into his hands as Michelle looked out the window fearfully. Matt interrupted the silence. ‘You have shit to take care of these things, don’t you?’ Michelle shook her head slowly, the situation sinking in. Matt shook his head angrily and got out of the car. Nick followed, and Michelle soon after. ‘I think,’ Matt started, ‘that before we get out, we should look for survivors.’ Nick and Michelle gawked at this. ‘You can’t be serious,’. He'd finished his book and now needed to go to Sydney to see a publisher he knew of to see what could be done. He'd been able to get an appointment for next Tuesday morning. He didn't really care if it was published or not, as writing had been therapeutic and fun. If it couldn't be printed he would just publish it online, because even if he couldn't make money from it, he'd be interested in others reading it and providing feedback; hopefully even praising it.He also realised that he needed to.