Laura was at her desk when Greg arrived. Greg wanted to talk about what happened Friday, and especially about Laura’s telephone call Sunday afternoo.... Something was going on, something was happening today. What? He tried to ask Laura, but all he received was a one word answer – later. Greg saw a wrapped package on her desk, obviously her birthday gift for him. Not her panties, he was sure he would not get Laura’s panties. Dan’s VP chaired the meeting, ‘We have three accounts we need to make. It's just for fun and nobody ever gets hurt. His idea of "touching" was to pick me up, hold me over his head and shake me until I let loose of the ball. I was screaming the entire time, but everybody else thought it was hilarious. When he set me down, he twisted me around so that I was facing him and then let me slide down his chest while he kept his arms wrapped around me. I thought for sure that I was going to snag my bra on his belt and have it come flipping up, but it didn't. I think he did. Tommy at least had been interested enough to watch her. As she toweled herself off, lost in thoughts of the next move, she thought she heard Tommy calling. Stepping out into the hall, she did hear Tommy, and yes, he was calling, “Mommy, ohhh Mommy.” She stepped across the hall and poked her head just inside his door. She was glad she hadn’t said anything, for when she looked inside, Tommy was lying on his bed, sheets partially pulled up and Sandy was once again given an insight to her son, his. What I needed was time to get my ass out of the building.Golden, too, pitched forward in the same oddly boneless way, and I threw down the paperweight and headed for the door. It took me a minute to realize that the fucking thing was locked. Quiller must have hit the latch when Golden had told him to close it. Chilled, I realized it had been their intention all along that I shouldn't leave that room alive.It was just a deadbolt, though, and retracted without a sound. Then I opened it boldly.