He was wearing a T-shirt and jeans. I looked down to conceal my awe at seeing such a fit young body here at work. He was wearing red leather cowboy bo...ots and I smiled at this quirky expression of style before I looked up into his green eyes. He was smiling at me, obviously very used to getting female attention for his looks. Brian coughed and turned to me. “Krystenah. It is very important that Mitchell here realizes that he is here to help. I want you to have him run errands for you, do your. We are going to make it official." numbly, and quite against her will, hermione's hands went to the buttons of her blouse, undoing them one by one, slowly revealing the firm, bra-clad mounds beneath. after undoing the final button, she shrugged her shoulders, letting the blouse fall to the floor. she shucked off her shoes and socks, then undid her belt, unsnapped her jeans and wiggled out of them. kicking them off, she reached behind her and undid the snaps to her bra, before letting it fall to. And at the same time brought out a black marker pen and removed the cap. As the guards held my hair tightly she wrote something on my forehead in large letters. I had no idea what it was but I knew that I wouldn't like it, and I really didn't care at this point anyway.She put the cap back on the pen and looked closely at her work. "You know what this says you fucking shit eating creep? It says...'Please fart in my mouth'. This you will wear for at least three years. That is how long this. A full week. No problem.Except that now it?s 4:00 PM on Friday afternoon, and the report?s not finished.It?s almost ready. Despite a series of unlikely and unexpected obstacles, you managed to pull together all of the information you needed for the report, except for one item: a pie chart that you asked Brad from Accounting to prepare for you. He dawdled and dragged his feet, and you nagged him and hounded him, and finally, this afternoon, he e-mailed you the chart. And naturally, now your.