Sara grabbed my face and kissed me wildly. It seemed she liked this. Getting bolder, I slid a finger to her asshole and lightly teased it. In response... Sara ground into me letting out a whimper. I was hot! Real hot! I had to get some clothes off before I went into spontaneous combustion. I pushed Sara up and off me, onto the floor. I stood up, stripped off my sweatshirt and dropped my pants. Sara rose to her knees in front of me. She reached out and touched my cock. When she did I almost came.. So there will be no-one there to protect Nancy. They also kind of hinted it's a dressy affair. I think you can guess why." Doesn't Nancy know about this, Pam?" Yes, but she is part of management and is required to go. She said she would watch her drinking and try to stay out of trouble." Pam, thank you for being such a good friend to Nancy. I'll guarantee you one thing. Someone will be there to protect Nancy Friday at 9:00pm. It will be her stupid idiotic husband who doesn't deserve her. No. I told her I could convince her and her response was "No you can't." Of course I played "hard to get" and demurred but she insisted. "If you're going to claim to be a pervert and expect me to believe it, you better be willing to convince me," she demanded."Oh, I could," I replied. "Trust me." I do trust you, because you're so nice," she said. "That's why nothing you could tell me would shock me or convince me that you're a pervert." Again I insisted and she finally gave an exasperated sigh and. ’ She doesn’t look at me as she drinks, clearly fed up. I sigh. ‘Look he’s an accountant.’ She looks at me. ‘An accountant?’ ‘He had missed his subway and was on his way to find another when the gun went off…said he saw a short woman with dark hair before he ran off scared.’ I watch her chest rise and fall as she looks at me, worried and confused at the same time… ‘We matched your prints to the ones found on the gun left at the scene. ‘ She closes her eyes. ‘I am not short.’ She says, taking a.