“OK we’ll share her then?” “Share who?” Said Ashlie, who appeared unnoticed. “Oh…ummm… nothing.” I said. “I’ll get your coffee!�...� Ashlie was in black leggings. I say leggings, but they were no more than thick tights. Her top was also black and cropped, exposing her perfect midriff and cute little belly button. Her bum looked fantastic and her boobs were pertness itself. “I love Saturdays!” She said, as she sipped her coffee and nibbled on the danish I had given her. “Me too.” I said. “Yeah,. We figured thirty-five a shift on three shifts.”“We’re pre-fabbing the material in another building. But since we have to make the wall material as a whole piece for the cooling tubes, it’s a bottleneck.”“What if we pulled the tubing from the design?” She asked.“What are the implications? You’ll loose the cooling effects. What else?”She frowned and pulled on her lip. “If I recall our detailed design specs, we’d loose about thirty percent of the cooling and thermal insulation factors. We’d have. I glanced at the clock. It was 12:45 a.m. “I need to go,” I said at last. “Please stay,” she begged, pulling me closer. I considered it for a moment. Not a good idea. We worked together, after all. “No, I need to get up early tomorrow,” I said, gently squirming out from under her and standing. “I'll just use your bathroom and head out.” I left the bedroom and went into the bathroom to take care of business. I padded back to the empty living room. I went to the kitchen to grab my car keys,. Please. I think you know what it took for her to strip. Talk to her. For me. For all of us."Terry sagged back into his chair, still not looking at his mother, who stood quivering in shame and fear as Julie left the room. She did not say anything, but waited him out. Finally, he turned and looked at her, his gaze fixed on her face."This is not for everyone to hear," Terry said in the first words to his mother in many months. "Let's go down to my room."Obediently, glad of any action, Theresa.