When I try to pull the books off the bottom shelf, one book seems stuck, but I can't tell why. It's not oversized or wedged into the shelf or anything... I pull hard but it doesn't budge. Bending down I realize it's a fake book that when all the other books have been removed it slides to the side, opening an access panel. Behind the access panel is a combination lock. I jump up, get the other slip of paper and after several tries of left and right combinations I open the lock. Inside is a small. I'll see you tomorrow at eight."She smiled to herself in the mirror again."No, no need to pick me up," she said. "I know where Mariucci's is. I'll see you then! Ta-ta."She put the phone down and shook with excitement. The excitement ended when she turned to see Joy standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips."Did I just hear you make a date for tomorrow night with another guy?" she asked incredulous.Regan blinked."No, no," she stammered. "Of course not." It sure as shit sounded like it!". You are beautiful” I shouted.My comments were directed to Amy who had been working with me for the last few days on a stubborn software application issue. We had come into work on the weekend, and it was Sunday afternoon before we solved the problem.I grabbed her, lifting her from her chair to hug her, wrapping my arms around her and holding her close ... close enough to feel the firmness of her beautiful tits against my chest. I was surprised that she allowed me to hold her this close ... and. I start in the kitchen."I thought about jerking myself off while in the shower, but I really just wanted to get cleaned up and out of Alma's way.So I was still hard beneath the towel wrapped around my waist when I practically ran Alma over as I exited the bathroom just as she came into the hall from the kitchen."Oh, sorry!" she exclaimed. Flustered, it was all I could do to keep my towel around me. She definitely looked down this time but said nothing as she took her things to the living room.