Maybe you can try giving me a hand? The appeal was meekly and tunefully said. Let me see. Chase helped her search inside the entire cupboard. Well, t...ere was nothing that he could come across as well. Not sugar, not even honey or anything desirable to plunk into tea. Damn! What did this all suggest? Zoe grimaced at him. I am sorry, sexy. Well, as you can see, it is already late now and most superstores out there are closed. If you cannot have tea, wouldnt you please try something else? I. I probably spent most of my time in shorts and the mandatory safety boots. I didn’t need a shirt and the showers got me cleaned up before I went home.I’d developed a routine for my work, sorting out bag designs by label first, then sizes. I was logging everything, even the obsolete items since they had value one way or another. I learned there was no recycling for plastic bags available, so we had to dispose of them elsewhere. A small cement block manufacturer agreed to take them off our hands. I am impressed, that's all.” “Michael, I do not want to rush this. I want to take our time. I want to pretend this is our first date. And we just get carried away.” I paused, “In a way, it really is our first date. We have never been together outside of the house before. Tonight we don’t have to worry about being caught or seen. I want to savor every second of this evening.” “Me too,” was his only response. Michael took my hand, walked me over to the desk chair and sat down, leaving me standing. .. Now take off your clothes," he said sitting back in the chair behind his desk."And if I say no,?" The deal is off and I keep the whore." Don't call her a whore." Why not? That's exactly what she is. Do you want to know how many tricks she turned last night?" No!... let's just get this over with," cringed Vickie as she began disrobing."All of it," he said as she stood before him in only bra, panties, and high heels.Burning with shame and trepidation coursing throughout her, Vickie, unsnapped.