The company had a nice tradition of giving a dozen roses to secretaries on their birthday. On my eighteenth birthday, in November, my roses were accom...anied with an invitation from Robert Turner, a vice-president, to lunch at one of the nicest restaurants in town. Nervous but so easily impressed, of course, I accepted.The restaurant was on the top floor of a downtown hotel. As we were walking to the elevators, Robert led me aside to a seating alcove in the lobby. We sat down and he gently held. She was sitting on my t-shirt, reading her book, and sipping from an almost empty glass of white wine."Hello, Michael," she said in a voice so melodious, she was almost singing.I did a double take. Some women wear the afterglow of sex like a shimmering coat, others radiate like the sun. But Catherine was a beacon of peacefulness radiating a calm happiness."Okay," I said. "Who are you, and what did you do with Catherine?"She laughed gaily, the same melody as before. I couldn't tear my eyes away. 'Ooh it's cold! Claire said.Amy told her it would warm up as soon as she started to massage. Amy ground her thumbs into her shoulders and proceeded down her back. Claire was silent but occasionally shifted her position slightly. Amy worked around her bra straps but found it rather cumbersome and asked her if she minded if she unhooked them. 'Actually I was just going to ask you if I could remove it as the supports are digging into my flesh’ Claire said softly.'No problem,’ Amy said. She. " Wait outside. I'll see if I can get her to confide in me."I picked up my coffee and went out and sat in Jenny's chair. After a while, I could just about hear that Jenny had got Sheila talking. But I could not make out what was being said.Then Jenny came out of my office and said, "John, we need to be somewhere private!"I was confused; my office is private. No one can see inside when the door is closed. But, if Jenny wanted somewhere more private; I suggested the conference room!"No, more.