“I certainly think we can say that!”I grimaced at her. “Trust me, whatever happened, it wasn’t my fault!”She laughed and picked up the phone... hitting a button. “Boss, the Grim Reaper is here.”“Send him in.” I heard that both from the handset and through the door down the hallway.I just rolled my eyes and headed to his office. His door was open, so I simply knocked and entered. “Morning, Chief.”“Morning, Grim. Close the door and take a seat.” He hit a button on the phone and said, “No. "In a bit over an hour they awarding you a 'Public Service Medal.' You'll be able to add 'PSM' to your business cards." I must have looked as though I'd been clubbed. "Are you OK?" A medal? A PSM? For me? Wow!" As I understand it, you'll be the first from the CSIRO. Usually they go to people who risk their lives saving idiots from a flood or an avalanche or to retiring outback postmen or politicians. But don't get me wrong. This is wonderful. They're recognizing something significantly valuable. There were even stories of how their encounters went some were very detailed and exciting as Toni was reading one to me I started to lick her pussy which by the way was dripping I really got into it and she was coming on my tongue in no time she said bring that cock to me now I need to get fucked I laid down and she road me and while she was fucking me I said how would you like me to put an ad in for us ,I told her I could put a picture without her face and see what happens she got excited but. Invisible had become a hot looking man, and I was rather pleased that I would be working with him.After our initial meeting, every time our paths crossed Petrie just seemed to get hotter. He also hadn’t transformed into a blabbermouth but was much less reserved than at school. His light brown eyes were arresting, and I couldn’t stop looking at his big, broad, masculine hands. What further intrigued me was that he wasn’t married, and did not appear to be in a relationship.One Friday afternoon, a.