A group of women had just entered and were seating themselves near the bar. I assumed Pamela was one of them. “That’s Sue and Diane with her. The... all work with Jim. I’m surprised they would hang out with Pamela. They’re my age. We used to go out together in fact.” She spent a few minutes explaining who was who to us. It was clear to me they worked together and were having a girls night out. “I wonder where Jim is?” I commented. We watched as they got drinks and began chatting and laughing.. "Sarah! I am so glad that you are finally here!" she exclaimed and pulled me into an embrace. I was trying so hard to not rip her top off or involuntarily kiss her as my heart raced wildly. If anyone saw me, they knew that I was nervous. Trying to act as cool as possible, "Mia! I am glad to be here with you!" After some girl talk about relationships, life and the future over a glass of coke and a slice of pizza, her mother finally said that she was going to leave. She was not going to be back. He'd turned left and was in the next aisle over."I wonder if he dresses?" I whispered softly.He got down to the end of the aisle and u-turned. I once more bent to my task. I had my day, well, my 3-day weekend planned: shop----return home-f--lip the switch on the iron I already had set up---carefully press my new lingerie purchases---thoroughly organize them---dress and posture the afternoon away in front of my mirrors. I'd then pet my hamster, my xhamster, revisiting My Favorites before I'd. The only person he'd be reporting to would be Bob Edwards. And Bob Edwards only reported to the CEO, Mike Donnelly.Though Doris was thirty-one, she certainly didn't look like it. She looked far younger, more like twenty-four, perhaps twenty-five. And as Bob Edwards himself was married to a woman almost twenty years younger, it wasn't at all surprising that he had a thing for younger, more attractive looking women. Doris wore her dark brown hair reasonably long, down to her shoulders. Next to.