" She squeaked with a laugh in her voice.She stuck two fingers in her mouth over her folded tongue. Jon waited for the piercing shrillness of her whis...le, but it didn't come. She failed entirely to blow."Damned dog never comes when I call him." She commented.Jon was trying desperately not to laugh now."What was that supposed to be?" He asked."A silent whistle. The guy I bought him from said he responds to a silent whistle, one beyond the hearing range of humans." There was a certain kind of. My job made me travel about three weeks a month, sometimes less, but all of it was ‘local’ travel. I was a road warrior. And I am a woman. I am a woman in a man’s industry, and what made matters worse was that I am what men would call a solid 8+, in their subjective rating scale, sometimes even a 9, if I wore the right outfit, and my hair was just so. My appearance made it difficult for men to take me seriously in a business-sense, and more than once I only achieved my business objectives. The anger within her rushed out suddenly, a sense of helplessness replacing it. How could Boyd do this to her? She felt like crying. But no. No, by God! She'd show Boyd. Two could play the same game. She'dpretend to go along with the mood of the party. Maybe if she made a spectacle of herself he would come to his senses and do something to get them both out of there before it turned into an all-out-orgy.How to do it? It had to be something that Boyd wouldn't like her to do, something really far. "Why Evan, I'm not that kind of girl," Karen giggled as she took the key and walked down the walkway to room 12. By the time Tim knocked on the door she had changed into her leather teddy and was holding the handcuffs. "Come in," she giggled. *****Bill was heading home until he received a phone call from his sister Annie. "Bill I have to talk to you," she said. "Can you come over now?" "I guess so, what's up?" "I can't talk about it over the phone," Annie said. "Please hurry." Her brother was.