Rob smiled in relief. "I thought that it was something important. Whatseems to be the problem?" I think that this is important, Rob. I'm speaking f...r the rest of thewomen in the company and I have to tell you that there some unhappyladies out there." Sally's tone bordered on angry when it becameapparent that Rob was some kind of male chauvinist. "The women in thecompany are expected to only wear dresses. In addition to that, they arenot supposed to be too baggy or too tight. I think that. Also well established was my reputation as Mr. Nice Guy. My parents had hammered at good manners and proper behavior and so my social comportment was perfect. What wasn't apparent were a few other things that they taught me, but more on that later. I dated a lot in high school, but I was still a virgin when I graduated - it was part of the 'nice guy' thing. Whether it was kissing or copping a feel if the girl said no that was the end of it - I stopped. I know that in a lot of cases it was just. But there had to be something else she could try. Calling the cops had to be a last resort.Amy went to her computer and did a google search. At first her fingers remained poised over her keyboard. They were trembling. She took a swig from her soft drink before finally typing in one simple word: "incest". Please help me, the girl thought when she clicked the "search" button. Please!There were a ton of hits. But rather than scan through them all, Amy clicked on the first link without even. It reminded her of the old Yogi-ism, "It ain't over, til it's over." She doubted that Yogi had sex in mind when he said it. For her part, she felt a new sexual energy by being pleasured in every position. They left nothing unexplored.He was the only man that offered her a fist full of money. He told her he had already paid Eric, but she was so extraordinary and accommodating, she deserved a tip. That's when Lily realized for the first time that Eric was turning a profit while she was turning.