Sandra opened her briefcase and took out several sets of file summaries. She had made eight thinking that would be sufficient, but was still short one... Derek told her he would get one from her later.After a few clearings of throats, and scraping of chairs, the meeting came to order.These meetings were heavily laden with formality. The introductions, the background info, the jockeying for dominance in the interdepartmental turf wars. Finally, it was Sandra's turn to give the meat of the purpose. As the skirt land around her ankles in a slight “whoosh,” she slid her fingers into the waistband of her panties and quickly lower them to her ankles. Reaching down, she lifted each leg out of them in turn and then picked up both her skirt and panties and tossed them onto the same chair as her blouse and bra.Meagan walked back her desk chair and sat down again. She took the butt plug in one hand and squeezed a liberal amount of Astroglide – her preferred lubricant – on the glass ornament. She. She'd crossed the line. Deflated and shocked by her words, she stood stock still and fell silent.He stared at her, saying nothing.“I'm sorry,” she whispered. “I can't believe I said that.”He'd taken loads of grief for his unexpected business decision, but in his kitchen it had boiled over. Salad prep abandoned, his silent face thundered anger.Small gold Tiffany hoops framed her guilty face. She wasn't worthy of her sensational patterned micro skirt, black sweater, and stylish tall boots.“You. It works for you, but it wouldn’t work for me.”“Maybe, maybe not. Love can make you do things you never thought you would ever do. Good night” he said and he got up and walked back into the house.The next day when my ten o’clock let out I went to the student cafeteria. I was sipping coffee and reviewing my notes from class when somebody sat down across from me. I looked up and saw Pauline. I just looked at her and didn’t say a thing. Finally she broke the silence.“You hurt me Stan. As long as.