.. preferably a good-looking hunk of a man.Once the taxi had dropped me off I dragged my luggage to the check in counter, managed to secure a window s...at, not that there was a great deal to see once up in the air, but at least I wouldn't have anyone brushing past me every five minutes wanting to go to the loo.The only thing with arriving early, you had to fill in time waiting for your flight. I hung around the airport, reading magazines and drinking coffee. The time to board eventually came and. Franklin to pick me up at 8:30 a.m. the next morning for my first day at my new job. I had dressed in a low cut, thin red cotton dress that came to mid-thigh. As dictated by my new boss, I had no bra or panties on, and I was wearing heels to set off the outfit. It was a little sexier than I would normally wear at work, but Mr. Franklin had been clear. It was even more risqué, given that my 34E boobs were unfettered, and bounced and jiggled freely as I moved about. The swaying motion of my tits. "Mom and I don't do a lot of traveling anymore, and you'll get more use out of it than we ever will. So leave us the truck and you take the Winnebago," Dad said."Are you sure?" I asked. This was quite an honor–growing up I had always wanted to get behind the wheel of the family Winnebago, but Dad said it was his job to drive and mine to "watch the countryside and learn about our nation" as he would put it. Now he was not only letting me drive but handing down the keys to the family fun machine. My agents tracked her to Wheeling, West Virginia.”“Where did she escape from?”“My residence in Cincinnati.”“That’s...” Gene’s voice trailed off. Roger heard the clicks from a keyboard. “That’s over two hundred miles. Much too far for her to travel on her own. I take it you shared her with a friend or perhaps several friends?”“Share her? Of course not. The very idea is disgusting. She’d be soiled.”Timms hissed, and Roger wondered if he’d somehow offended the genie peddler. A moment later, Timms.