But that's not all. She's wearing an incredibly short denim mini-skirt, showing off her sexy legs to everyone around us. In fact, the skirt is so shor... that it nearly wouldn't make a difference at all not being there. I look to her face and see that she has really made an effort. Eyeshadow, eyeliner, lipstick, the whole lot. Even her hair is perfect."You - you look - nice," I stutter, "in fact, you look beautiful." Awww thank you!" she replies, blushing slightly and fluttering her eyelashes at. Miranda opened the pop-up and sighed out loud. “Tension Release, Jason Simard’s Office – Jason Simard – 5 Minutes.” Fucking Jason.Jason who slapped her ass on a regular basis. Who demanded her ass more than anyone in the office. Who was an ass, through and through.She took a deep breath and let it out. Then she stood, composed herself, smoothed out her skirt, and walked towards his office.It was right around the corner, and when it was in eyesight she saw Jason was slouched against the side of. She was single at thirty two years of age, her sometimes boyfriend, Bill Allen, was a sales representative for a large pharmaceutical company. He was gone at least four days a week, but that was fine with Sandra; she was not really in love with him but just waiting until someone better came along. The problem was no one was really out there to come along. Between her long hours on the job and the dull routine of her life she never met anyone. She was pretty; her dark hair and blue eyes. I didn't feel right,but what should someone feel like after sleeping that long. I laughedas I answered my own question."Well rested."That voice! It was mine but it wasn't. Perhaps it was from not talkingfor such a long time."Three Weeks? I've been asleep for a almost a mo... my gawd."I caught a reflection in the mirror. I didn't look like I remembered.My skin was smooth and my hair was touching my shoulders. I found thisodd because I had started to lose my hair when I was just 19 and at.