Honey, why is your hand shaking as you dial your cell phone? Do you need my help? No? Okay-- how about I just work on getting this shirt untucked whil... you talk to your supervisor?Mmmm... I love how the skin covering your abs feels under my fingers as I slide them up under your shirt. Like silk over steel. One of my hands dips lower and traces the bulge in your jeans. Oh, your voice cracking like that will really convince your boss that you're sick. Glad I was able to help.Let's get this shirt. If nothing else, she could teach me some secrets. I never found myself very fond of her, anyway. I liked her, but we were just two very different people. I was modest and quiet, she was loud and extroverted. At any rate, I didnt care too much about what she thought of me. Yeah, alright, I said. Why the hell not? Ill see you in an hour. Great! Ill come pick you up, she replied. See you soon, Lacy. Click. I took a quick shower and put my clothes on, a black turtleneck sweater and jeans. I didnt. I tried to tell him to try harder next time and that everything would be alright and that it takes practice. Mike asked me if he could practice with me. I was shocked at what he said. I told him no way. Mike begged, saying that if he and I could work together he could get past this. He begged me to help him, he told me he had nowhere else to go. I told him no and Mike went to his room. I laid there and drank some more wine and thought about what had just happened. My son wanted me to help him. This was similar to a sushi bar, as you could watch your meals being made in front of you, except the focus was on meat on a long, flat, and hot hibachi. I think it was a comedy presentation, but the chef only spoke Japanese. Still, I got more than half of the humor, most of it in mime, and found that it was quite a lot of fun. As for the food, the fried rice was very interesting, although I could not eat it (eggs aren’t part of my diet). The chef actually made a special version just for me,.