Why don’t you get started with that” I told her. She went off with a bounce in her step. A couple weeks went by. Everyday, number 12 diligently...showed up on time, ready to work on the menial filing and secretarial tasks I had for her.I played the good boss, not getting too close. But...those tits were making me crazy every day. Just a little more time... Then, one day she came to my office first thing, knocked softly at the door frame. “Sir, may I interrupt” she asked. “Sure - come on in.. But I guess I was wrong someone must have been watching, or she told someone who ultimately told you.How could you not notice how young she was and wonder how she could hold such an important position in the company? You must have had a lot more to drink than a few, you normally know whats going on even when your pretty well smashed."I know it sounds like a lie, but I only had a few and don't remember a whole lot, maybe someone slipped something in my drinks while we danced, I'm just not. My left leg was shaking sobadly that I was afraid I would pass out. If I did, what wouldSmithers do? How would he explain a naked, 18-year-old boy to theparamedics?But if I passed out, he wouldn't be kissing my scrotum! I calmedmyself and rolled the silky treasures up each leg.Oh, baby! I don't know if I'm one of those guys with a nylonfetish, but I felt the earth move when I slid those stockings on.Smithers admired me and said that my legs looked beautiful. Oh,gee, I was blushing at the. . . and then Jack Slade, lead singer of the up and coming Razor Blades, followed her to the Bar, and she wasn’t so sure anymore. Not that it mattered, old blue eyes turned her down. ‘Is that why you’re still here? You want to reprimand me? I don’t have time for this’ she moved toward the door of her car, but Jack stepped in front of her. ‘Back off!’ ‘No,’ he said stubbornly. ‘What the hell do you want from me?’ she demanded, more than a little exasperated. Jack arched a brow. ‘A kiss,’ he said.