Jesus.I couldn’t tell you how long we made out, or where it was going, because we were interrupted.Now, I’ve been caught doing many things before.... And every time I have I get that heart skipped a beat feeling, you know? That possibly shit your pants feeling. Yeah.This particular time, as I heard the footsteps approach, all I did was break the kiss off and held Sonya even tighter to me than before. Strange to me even now. Maybe it was protective instinct? I don’t know.As the stranger came. She wore a white tux shirt,vest and bow tie under a black tails tux jacket. The jacket was not an off the rack purchase, but appeared to have been tailored to her outstanding figure. Instead of tux slacks she had a short tight skirt made from the same material, black nylons and heels completed this ensemble. I noted that she had even colored her hair black and sported a set of fang teeth.I complimented her on her outfit and she thanked me. I was informed that she usually wore it to costume. Even as she admonished me, she melted my heart with her smile. I walked across the room and hugged my son, and gave her a kiss."And what about me?" Connie asked in mock jealousy."I love you both. You know that." We know you can't keep it in your pants, or at home?" Connie jabbed as she kissed me and stroked my cheek.I sat my son between them and tousled his hair before breaking the news," I have to go on a trip. I shouldn't be away for more than a few days at the most." Another trip. You know. ??Fine, then. I'm Wayne. I don't got no personal office. You want private... we could talk in the refrigerator. It's a walk-in fridge, just got 'er installed last week.??That would be perfect,? said Mark. We followed Wayne back into the kitchen, which was surprisingly clean. He opened the large, steel door of the fridge and shouted out to the cooks, ?HEY – WE'S GOT A PRIVATE DISCUSSION TO HAVE. STAY OUTTA HERE FOR A FEW MINUTES.?The three cooks murmured and nodded, not paying much attention to.