"Open up your closet door."Renee walked over and was shocked to see that her closet was nowrearranged and had new dresses, skirts, blouses and sweater... that were inall different colors and styles. "We wanted to give you a variety so thatyou could find the style that you liked the best and we can then getother clothes to fit your new look."While she looked in there, Carrie walked over to her dresser and, openingthe drawers, showed her all of her new tops, jeans, shorts and a widevariety of bras. I slowed my tempo to a gentle rhythm, enjoying the feeling of achievement, two down one to go. She had three orgasms with her Indian boy toy and his callous drug dealer buddy not so long ago, and so one more is the target, and that is non negotiable. I pull out of her and she moans but stops when I turn her over and enter her without ceremony in the very underrated missionary position, pumping slowly at first, locking my eyes on hers. Is it my imagination or is there softening there, a tender. I was greeted with the usual "good morning," and put down the mail and went and poured myself a cup of tea. Darleen was in her office and hearing me came out also saying "Good morning, how are you." I was scared to look at her, scared something might happen to make the others suspicious about what had happened between us, but she was just matter of fact as normal. When I got ready to leave I picked up the outgoing mail when she said, "Just a minute I have another letter to go" and went into. I'd had enough drama at home, so I was happy to return to work. Stick had hired a person to staff the north Florida area, as a sales associate, and they were all coming down in a month for training. It was the week after beach week, so that would work out well for everyone. I told Stick that even though I'd brought in Rhonda and Susan, they both worked for him, and he should make sure that they did their job. It was the right thing to do for Jim, Stick and me, as well. He appreciated the verbal.