Shit, I am flirting with my boss. I thought to myself. "I thought maybe you should unbutton some more," Mitchell replied. Damn, he was brave. I could ...ring him up on harassment or worse. However, he knew I wouldn't. He also knew that my hands would find their way to my buttons and begin to unbutton them. I undid two of them revealing the long line of cleavage. "Damn they are huge," Mitchell said staring down at them. I could see the bulge in his pants increasing. I smiled up at him and then. That thought surprised me a little as I had not thought about women after my ex-wife had dropped her bombshell on me. We set up a meeting for the next day and said our goodbyes on the phone. I must admit I wondered about the lady on the phone a few times during that day and I knew she was probably married with children. The next day arrived and I went to her office to meet her and from the point I walked into her office it was like a fairy tale which I might add I do not believe in. She stood. I prefer Caucasians to Asians, and Asians toAfrican-Americans or Latinos, and I favor blondes over brunettes andbrunettes over redheads.That's all well and good, you may be thinking, but why the hell should Igive a rat's ass what you like?Fair enough (although a bit harsh, perhaps).Stay with me a bit longer, and I think you'll see how my ownidiosyncratic preferences may suggest some ideas worth considering inregard to erotic fiction in general and the effects that I hope willresult from mine in. After he showed us the back end of the land, he turned the limo around and took us back about half a mile or more. He stopped the car and opened the back door to let us get out. We walked for about two tenths of a mile, before we came to a two or three acre pond. Hans pointed to the pond, and to the area right behind it, as the place to put up any buildings.When I looked at the land, all I saw was flat land with some trees. The golf course at the country club was pretty, and it wasn't as flat.