" Chris said. "I'm glad to have a chance to work in hiscompany. Even if I'm only starting off as a receptionist." Confidently, I had hope for a female... assistant, if you know what Imean." Mr. Johnson said as he saw Chris walking with a bit of a wigglein his hips as he went to take a seat at his desk. "Yes, a femaleassistant."It was about lunch time when an E-mail appeared over the papers Chriswas typing into the computer. It read: Please pick up the suit I left atthe cleaners. If you wish pick. "I was just purchased recently. I have only recently finished my training in how best to serve you." Well, I suppose we shall see how well you've learned your lessons, won't we?" Derrick asked. "What is your name? I can't very well call you Slave Girl." Ann Jones," the girl answered with a gulp. "But, you may call me Slave Girl if you desire." Of course I can," Derrick said harshly. "I will call you whatever I choose. But it shall be Ann, for now. What have you brought me to eat?" Sandwiches. Gypsy2jingles: I've been watching the water as it crosses over my feet, but as we get closer, peaches nuzzles my shoulder and I look up at her, and see you comming close pedro_puku: It is a very secluded beach...you have ridden awhile to get here...I have sailed my boat...you see it anchored just off shore.... pedro_puku: I was suprised to see another human on this beach...a bit upset that someone else knows about it...but once I get closer and see you....I begin to inwardly smile..... Careening off the pole, Norman’s suddenly worthless SUV plowed a long ugly furrow in the deepening powder.Several thoughts fled across his mind as the car slewed to a stop. He was fine! No pain! No fuzziness! He was fine, just shocked and frustrated. Though the pole snapped, the lines stayed up, so Norman was in no immediate danger of electrocution. The snow, plowed perfectly by Norman’s ruined front bumper, was deep and surrounded his vehicle. He knew driving out was not an option.His engine.