He finally lowered his camera and looked at me, turning his head slightly to one side.“You know, Tara, I can already see your nipples poking out any...ay. Why don’t you go ahead and lose the t-shirt?” I figured that my uncle knew what he was doing, so I removed my shirt. I had never been shy about showing off my body, so this didn’t bother me in the least. He immediately started snapping pictures. “Oh yeah, so much better. You have gorgeous tits, Tara!” I smiled at my uncle in appreciation of his. If the results of the vote warranted it, we could continue the discussion, so I said, “We can continue our discussion on reading the story if everyone wants to, but I think it is time to vote on the issue. All those in favor of not reading the files raise your hand.”The number of hands raised told me asking for a vote to read the files would be a waste of time, so I said, “Since the vote to not read the files is almost unanimous, I will forego taking a vote to read the files.“Now we need to. I heard the sounds of her elf shirt being removed. Teasingly, I asked her if she'd been naughty or nice this year. With a laugh, she said she'd been really good this year, but it's hard. She's afraid she'll end up being naughty before Christmas. I told her I had it on good authority that Santa would forgive her if she was a little bit naughty. I stepped closer to the clothing rack serving as our "partition"."Really?" she replied. "What if I'm really naughty?" As she spoke, she pulled the. " I suppose you had better come in. It was you I was expecting anyway. HR 'phoned me, too — as if I have not enough to do." Irritation has got the upper hand over interest. Angela sweeps back into her office and throws the pile of papers she had in her hand down into a chair. She resumes her seat behind her desk which now reminds me of a gun battery, behind which she is safe from others and from which she can fire the ammunition of her ambition and her anger at her enemies, whoever they may be.