‘I didn’t bother to give you his new address and phone number since you never used Ella’s.’ That year I was determined to make up for all my m...ny absentness’s to my family over the Christmas holidays. I put all the work on my secretary. She bought everyone gifts, arranged to have the house, both inside and outside, decorated in holiday fare. I spent that Christmas alone. The kids had arranged to spend the holiday at friend’s parent’s homes, and Ann decided to work on something in New York. I’d read where women love to have their feet massaged, and she seemed to be relishing the experience as I worked the oil into each of her delicate toes. Knees down turned to be my next focus. I knew when I started on her thighs that sexual things would soon follow.After a suitable period of time, I applied some warm oil up each of Julie’s thighs. Deke and Mel were working from her shoulders down to her gorgeous mons, with obvious special attention to her breasts and excited areolas and nips. I. I’m a friggin’ desk monkey, not an audiologist.” Dag’s smile lingered, a faint, surprised, self-amused smile. He tapped the disks gently as he spoke. “Didn’t it occur to you that different species hear differently?” Con blinked. Dag nodded. “I see that it didn’t.” Con groaned. “Oh, fuck, I am an idiot. Oh, what the – man, they hear like ten times better than humans, don’t they. I am so fucked.” “You’re still breathing. There’s a chance she somehow missed it.” Dag shrugged, glancing over his. I was dressed my very best in a blouse and power-suit. Under the skirt I had some dark panty-hose and, of course, a thong and just so no one's imagination runs off with them, I also wore a bra to keep in place my very average B cup breasts. Dan gave me a kiss, I grabbed my things, and it was off to work. There was no way that I would fail today!At the client's office, which happened to be a trailer next to a construction site where they were building an 8 story rise, I gave my presentation.