I said yes sir, as i dont call him dad in office.Two weeks i ws out of office doing research on HR policy and came with my total plan. Now i need an H...R executive with sum experience, good writing skill to put my thought and good capability to mingle with others.After interviewing 25 candidates sent by HR agency, I picked one that match what I want. She is Sima, a 24 yr married gal, killer body, bit dark, long hair, well dressed and sweet face. Now tm for work. This gal was amazing, cud write. She drank the vodka right from the bottle and offered me some.I had to remind her that I was only sixteen and had just recently gotten my driver’s license. Mom popped a Beach Boys CD in her boom box and started to sing and dance her heart out. I slid up higher on my bed and sat against the wall.I noticed how good my mother looked in her tight hip hugger blue jeans and in her white T-shirt. Her sexy white lacy bra shown through and her thong panties were up above her pants making a rather nice. I put it on with a pair of holey jeans and one of Scotty's button down shirts, which I tied at the waist. My hair was pulled into a ponytail, eyeliner and mascara brightened my eyes.I was going to put on a pair of tennis shoes, but daddy insisted that if I was going to see McKay, I needed to wear a pair of "fuck me shoes". He pulled out the pair of 5" stilloette's, he bought me last year. Scotty took my bag to the car and helped me in. I kissed them both bye for now and took off.McKay. I’m one of those three. So, Paula has to stay, and one of us has to stay, and it has to be one of those three. And I’ll be damned if I let somebody else die with Paula instead of me. That’s MY pleasure.”Naoko wanted to argue, but she knew he was right. Paul Macon was usually right, the old bastard. He looked to be in his late twenties, maybe thirty years old, but everybody knew that he was actually a hundred and thirty. That in itself wasn’t unusual; out of a human population of eleven and a.