This wasn't to be a normal Friday. Upper management wanted updates on two of his cancelled projects, which required some creative wording for Craig to...look good without appearing to blame Cora. There didn't seem to be any detectable difference between the email headers on Cora's meeting announcement and the email from his tormentor. And Craig bypassed both lunch and bathroom breaks, staying either in his office or within view of it all day, hoping to see who was coming to pick up his bottle. He. As I drove the car around the streets, I noticed that nearly everyone I drove past noticed. NOTICED, that was exactly what I fucking wanted. On my way back into the dealership, I pulled out my phone and called the lawyer I'd hired. I told him that I needed the divorce papers served that day. They been ready the week before but I hadn't wanted to serve them. I told him to go ahead and serve them to both Rhonda and to Jim. I told him that if he was lucky, he'd be able to catch them both together. ”Smiling, Ed answered, “I work for the IRS. John is the one that works for the FBI.”Leroy smiled and said, “I’m just a civilian observer.”Harry looked over the menu and decided on the fisherman’s platter. It had a nice assortment of seafood and wasn’t the most expensive item on the menu. He announced, “I’m going with the Fisherman’s Platter.”Ed looked over that item in the menu and decided that sounded pretty good. He said, “Actually, that sounds pretty good. I think I’ll have that too.”Jay. It doesn’t take much…my moaning and writhing was enough to bring them both off. Leslie screams, “Yes, baby, right there…I’m coming!” Rick swears and slams into Leslie with a series of uncontrolled thrusts and Leslie collapses forward on the bed as they climax together, gasping and groaning in ecstasy. Leslie rolls off of me and pulls Rick down to her, kissing him. He returns one deep kiss, then pushes off of Leslie and moves to the other side of me. Lifting me in his arms, he brushes the hair.