"Mike and Pat gingerly followed the current of cold, foul air. They went down two flights of stairs, carefully covering each other every step of the w...y. They were well below street level now. The only illumination was from their flashlights.They were suddenly brought up short before a locked metal reinforced door. Pat passed her hand over the tiny aperture the keyhole made and shivered. The air was freezing on her hand. Straining her ears, she thought she could hear chanting."This is it," she. Less a MILF and morejust a mom. Pear-shaped and shabby in her red work polo and tanslacks, the only thing that distinguished her was her height: whileGrimsby himself was no giant, this woman was easily a foot shorter thanhe."I was just looking around," he answered."Nonsense!" the woman replied, "I know exactly what you're lookingfor. Come, let me look into your eyes."Grimsby did so without thinking. The slight smirk on the woman's facedid little to improve the plainness of it to his. The rest of the throng coughed and laughed awkwardly as they watched Sarah service her boyfriend, the Mayor of Charlottesville.Finally, of course, the Mayor sputtered as he shot his load down Sarah’s throat and she arose to wipe her mouth with apparent satisfaction. She kissed him very hard on the lips while slipping her hands down his pants for a moment. Then she patted him on the butt for a moment before turning to the rest of us.“Okay, I’ve eaten. The rest of you, especially the guest of. .. just remember your rules when she's around," he warned with a sly grin.I'd found Doogie Cruickshank to be an invaluable aid when it came to the marketing side of our business. I was a born-and-bred operations guy and needed to learn more about what made successful marketing strategy. It was a matter of matching the needs of the market to our capability. It was no use building wonderful machines that no one was interested in.Doogie was in charge of U.K. sales at our Manchester operation when.