Maybe I dozed, maybe I didn't, I'm not sure. But one thought managed to worm its way to the top: had this happened before?I got up and started digging...into the history of Claiborne. I spent most of that night and the next digging as far as I could. In the end I had three names that were somehow connected to the early days of Claiborne: Cheryl Travis, Hannah Gibbons, and Greg Lemuir.All three were Senior IT Managers. The file I accessed said Ms. Gibbons and Mr. Lemuir were a pair, and Ms. Travis. "Goodbye again," she said, smiling.In the car park the gravel made way for her high heels somewhat ungenerously. Her dalliance waited in the dark beside her car, behind the stand of figs. Upon opening her car door he appeared, the open door now shedding light upon her skirt, which he proceeded to lift before sitting on the car step. Then moving forward to lower the blue satin panties guarding her crotch he reached up her thighs to grasp her butt. The handsome young guest pulled her forward and. .." That's what Terri was talking about."How'd they get there?" Cindy queried."They played computer games, analyzing what they had to do to run the score up." Terri said something about seeing a high speed sorter on one of those 'how they do it' shows. So she had that idea..."I laughed. "And it figures! I thought I came up with a bright idea before THEY did." That's hard to do these days. Those two ... Terri's bad enough, but she and Rachel sort of complement each other..." Cindy. " My nipples hardened and my pussy grew damp. I couldn't help myself anymore. I pulled her close to me and kissed her.She kissed me back, pulling me closer to her. Then she pushed me away. "Sorry, Becky. This is wrong! You're my best friend!" And you're my dream girl." Oh my god!" She was stunned. "You're a friggin' dyke!" No, no! Not a dyke. I just, love girls, is all." I can't believe this. My best friend is a fucking lesbian!"By now, tears were filling my eyes. "I've always loved you, but if.