She entered her bedroom to find her son, still dressed as before, on his front on the bed.She stood in the doorway and almost in a whisper she said, "...ou know what is going to happen now don't you?" I I think so," stammered her son."And are you okay with that?" asked Julie."Um, yes...if you are."Julie did not respond but started to remove her own clothing with her mesmerised son watching.She got down to her bra and panties and then removed the bra to expose her generous tits and then,with a. I’m seventy-one now and to tell the truth, I have too much time on my hands. It’s all I can do to keep from going to the office each day.”“That’s a long time, Marshal. I’m sure you have many stories to tell about your years of service here in Boones Crossing.”“I sure do, Isaac. I’d like to sit and have someone write them down as I told them some of the tales about the early years and the later years too.”“You ought to do that, Marshal,” Ruby told him as she sat next to him and Isaac.“I doubt. I need a shower.”I was soaping up when she came in to repair her makeup. She had an important bit of negotiation coming up, and had to go. I stepped out just as she turned to leave. She hesitated.“Please be here when I get home. We need to talk about how to get over this.”I shrugged. “I’ll be here. But I need you to consider this. If it had been me, Amy(her best friend), and your father doing this to you, how would you respond? Would the argument we had your best interests at heart cut it, if. The article was bemoaning the lack of appreciation of true old-fashioned secretaries, in the original sense of the word, secret-holders who could be trusted to understand your primary motives and second-guess the necessary actions to achieve your objectives. A cute young piece of desk-candy seconded from the typing pool – and they are also dying out since people got their own PCs – just wouldn’t have the real life experience to genuinely assist her boss. That piece had made me both laugh and.