...............................................................Clarence was reviewing paperwork when Sarah walked in."Oh, I was contacted by the Queen...s office. You have an audiencegranted for you for tomorrow at 10:00 AM. And uhm.....it's formalballroom attire.....again." Damn it," Sarah hissed under her breath."Why is it she makes some of your meetings with her formal attire." It's just to mess with me. Now I have to get my hair done and come upwith a formal ball dress by in the morning. I. Blaine, don’t you?”Jens in exasperation spouts, “Heck no!”Ira makes a tsk noise and asks, “Then how do you accomplish anything throughout the day?”Jens explains her thoughts, “Instead of living by a schedule, I do whatever I feel like doing at the time and I have enough self-discipline to ensure that I complete everything necessary.”Mira scolds her, “Ms. Blaine, that is very unstructured! We are certain if you follow our example you will realize a greater profitability in your accomplishments. Being that it was Friday, she knew she wouldn't get the opportunity to see or speak to him again until Monday. So he had called to wish her a good weekend and to think of him until they saw each other again.Kristy smiled to herself as she removed her shoes and hair clip from her auburn hair. It cascaded down her pale neck to the middle of her back, just inches from her full heart-shape ass. She was as happy as she could remember being in a long while. She had two men she was in love with. One. But then in a heartbeat you reach up and wrap your arms around his waist. You slip his shirt off and toss it to the side. Then you slide your encircling arms up along his back. You arms slip across his muddy skin. Then you push him down onto you. You hold him. Take him. Use him. You slide his chest back and forth across your breasts. His skin pushes on the fabric of your shirt. You hold him to you. Feeling the warmth and closeness of his body. Feeling the presence of his soul. Then you move his.