‘Bob wrote that didn’t he?’ she asked. I nodded and she sighed. ‘We’ve been trying to get our clients to move to the new API. It’s clean...r and faster. Meanwhile, inhouse we still have people like Bob using stuff we depreciated two revisions back.’ ‘I think I’ve already checked in some of that,’ I said. ‘Dan’s going to raise hell when you tell him,’ she shook her head. ‘Sometimes I wish I could kick that Bob of an asshole in the nuts.’ That was Uemura. Swearing and cursing in that cute. .. pussy ... Chance?" Her hands went to his sides and she slid her hands around to his back as she embraced him. "That's OK sweetie. I'm sure that if you just kiss me I'll be OK."Chance wanted to kiss her. He wanted to strip her naked and ram his cock into her. He kissed her long and hard and they both acted like they were dating teenagers. Her hands slid to his buttocks and his flitted all over the place, touching her everywhere as she wiggled and made herself available to touch.There was. When we married, Jean worked in a bank, but I was proud that I was ableto tell her that we no longer need her comparatively small income andshe could be a full time housewife. What I hadn't reckoned on was whatsomeone later described to me as 'housewife's syndrome'. Women, or mencome to that, who have too much time on their hands, for example; whendoing mundane housework, think of all their problems and magnify them intheir minds. Let me make this clear; it's not because they are womenbut it. By the time I was 13 I realized just how much power I had overboys, they seemed to be memorized by my breast, and my demandingnature. I learned quickly that the more demanding I was, the morewilling boys were to please me. By the time I finished college I hadfine tuned by ability and my beliefs that Women are superior to mento point of no return. I truly saw men as inferior, weaker creatures.This belief filtered its way into everything I did, including how Iapproached men who asked me on dates..