Phil, Robin and Bob Jackson stepped off the elevator.“I get another look at the inside of the lion’s den; you have expanded a lot since I was here...last time,” he said.“Yes, we have and all of Lorrie’s division was moved to the Morton building; she has offices both here and there.”“Bob, are you going as chaperone?” I asked.“Yes. Mr. Gifford sent an email that the medicines being donated for Nimule were being shipped to you in two weeks. He CC’ed me on the mail asking if I could finagle a seat on. Or—" I threw up my arms in exasperation. "Or I'll deal with it, anyway. If—and to me that's a pretty big 'if'—if you really are dead. But that's one I honest and truly don't want to believe." Then how do you explain this?" she asked. "Me, here and yet not here? Larry darling, that car hit me hard. It hurt, hurt everywhere, for the quick second I could feel it. Then, well, then I didn't feel anything. I'm pretty sure that's because I don't have a living body to feel it with any more. But that's. Joyce replied " I knew i should'nt of had that last glass of wine" "Its gone straight through me" I really need to pee" We were only half way throught the journey. There was no way we would make it home. I started to look for somewhere to stop. But in front of me it seemed like endless fields with no shelter.As we went on she started to moan, and hold her crotch.She was worried about making a wet stain on her red skirt. She proceed to lift her ass off the seat to pull the skirt off. As she did. "What floor are you on?" I asked. "I'm on 16...and you?" she asked. "Oh yeah 23." I said pushing the buttons marked 16 and 23. The Elevator climbed up the building stopping on 16. The doors opened with a "ding" and she stepped off. "Walk me to my door?" she asked. "Yeah sure." I said letting the doors close behind me. We walked side by side to her room #1623. She swiped her card in the reader and the door popped open. We stood there in silence for what seemed like an eternity then throwing.
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