That was okay by me. A slow news day meant less strife to report in the world. There were stories about preparations for the Pope's Easter mass; the v...rnal equinox, which would occur at precisely 10:21 a.m. (local time) tomorrow, and during which eggs may or may not stand up on end; and tomorrow's full moon, the "Sugar Moon," or "Sap Moon," according to Native American tribes up here in the northern tier of states, when trees arise from the dead and begin their annual cycle. Nothing about. J. Chegwidden had been thinking over all of this, his lips, hands and mouth had been very busy with the young woman there in his office. Jennifer Coates, his administrative yeoman, had purposefully developed and cemented her budding sexual relationship with the Admiral and she'd come into his office earlier that afternoon, wearing one of her Navy uniforms that included a white blouse and the Navy blue pants that hid nothing about Jennifer's shapely and nicely formed figure. One thing it even. The car bucked and rolled under his control, cutting, scything and climbing, the muscles and tendons in his bare forearms tensing and relaxing with each maneuver. Her hands moved to her thighs. The tingling of her arousal now overpowering her and she let it wash over her, feeling the tightening of her nipples and a stirring in her loins. She touched the bare skin, her nails scratching lightly and tracing a line toward her womanhood – the clothes now becoming an obstacle to the desire rising in. I called in Harry our in-house counsel. Harry had been with me from the start he had set up all the corporate aspects of the company and assured me she had no right to any part of the company. The house was purchased and owned by the company as well as the cars and furniture. He had set up my personal finances in off-shore account’s, so she couldn’t get to them. Our Credit card was a company card and with one call her right to use the card would be removed. Harry then said she in not going to.