Three were close by.Tommy liked to drive the motorhome. He was not legally able but he could fly to orbit and he thought this job was rightfully his. ...Once parked outside one set of offices, all five of us cast out minds into the various file cabinets to see how the particular type of forms were worded.In half an hour we had found eighty three different forms. They had a great many similarities but a great many differences too. We worked on a form that suited us the best and the fabricator. "You'll do fine."Mike laughed. "Probably." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him shrug. "I usually do well at interviews. It's the anticipation that kills me."I gave him a saucy wink and tipped the meat into the hot oil. "Maybe I can help distract you."He chuckled. "Bet you can."I nodded, watching the meat change color.Mike put a hand on my shoulder. "You okay, Lynne?" He licked his lips. "It's not this, is it? Us, I mean?" No!" I was so startled I forgot to watch the meat, and almost let it. As I held her in my arms, I inhaled the sweet scent of her as I pressed her tighter to my body, wanting to feel her hot flesh against my bare chest. I caressingly crept my hands from her waist, up her back, feeling my way to her bra hooks. With a few feeble attempts, I managed to undo it. The white lace slid off her breasts slowly and her firm, perky erect nipples came to view. They were perfect in my eyes, pointing towards me begging to be warmed by the warmth of my mouth. Two little peaks. We also have fish and some fresh game meat. Hey, youwere watching. Who were those people who broke in and left groceriesbehind?" I missed that." They also cleaned. Do you have a maid service?" No." Joi looked alarmed. "Did they take anything?" They took your booze but replaced it."Joi went into the kitchen to check. She opened the liquor cabinet."Might be an ex-boyfriend. Grand gestures. Scary your-house-is-not-secure messages. Seems familiar." She checked the fridge. "Pretty Ale?Do you drink.