‘Are you OK?’ she asked in a soft voice. ‘I’m fine,’ He replied, and went to look at the designs covering the walls of the waiting area. She...went back to her work. The usual designs were there, eagles, panthers, bulldogs, roses, skulls and daggers, Pink Panthers, Tasmanian devils. He grabbed a book off the table and sat on the couch. A second book though, smaller than the others, had pictures of tattoos rather than the designs. Flowing dragons, intricate in their detail, coiled around arms and. I tried not to think of her but even as I watched television, my mind kept returning to Vicky and what she could be doing.At eleven I found myself looking through the window every two minutes or so and by eleven-thirty I was almost ready to take my car and start looking for her. When she came home it was almost midnight and as soon as I saw her enter the house I knew that something was wrong. Her hair was in a mess and her yellow sweater was all wrinkled, - especially over her bosom - even her. It is better to be a little early and wait in the lobby a few minutes than to be late." Yes, Sir." So what kind of punishment do you think being late warrants? What do you do to an employee that shows up late, Julie?" he asked."We write them up and dock their pay for the time they were late, Sir," she said quietly."Well, writing you up and docking your pay won't work in this instance, but I am going to dock you one thing. You see, after we reached such an amiable agreement last week, I was. He lay down beside her, not caring if he was on the sand or not.Immediately, their lips met. Her leg swung over his, and his hand grabbed onto her ass roughly. He squeezed her soft, smooth cheek, as their tongues danced against one another. He slipped his fingers into her thong along the crack of her ass and slowly ran them downward. Again, he found the hot moisture of her pussy and he dipped a finger inside. She moaned into his mouth again, kissing him even harder. Subconsciously, her leg was.