"I'd be happy to give you a try for the week." Office assistant?"Margaret looked at her as she started the car. "Filing, cleaning, making cups of tea,...running errands." Margaret pulled out into the empty road and let her comment hang in the air. "I'd pay four hundred and forty a month, plus lunches. If it works out."Abigail took a deep breath. "Wow! Yeah, I'd love to." You can start Monday," Margaret offered. "Just to see." Abigail nodded, and Margaret smiled at her. "Your brother was very good. She stopped a few seats ahead of the man she assumed was her partner, and held the handrail as she idly swiped her phone screen, pretending to be preoccupied.Her heart was beating loudly in her chest. She had worn a strapless black top that could easily be pulled down and a jacket that she hoped would hide any signs of groping, and instead of jeans she wore a skirt, hoping it would have made the fantasy easier to live out. She had to resist the urge to look back at her partner at least three. "I mean, we're just an ordinary family. Maybe we're a little closer than families where you're from." Look, we're all sitting here hiding all sorts of secrets from each other," Frank interjected. "We might as well lay our cards on the table and be honest. Now, you, Gerald, don't try to tell me that you and Donna haven't been fooling around." Sure we have, why not?" Gerald answered somewhat testily. "You got anything against that."Frank realized that the conversation was about to become an. I no longer cared thatsome of the men were clearly bigger than me. Round and round the chairs I wentuntil the music stopped and I always just had time to plant my arse on a chairbefore some new woman landed on top of me. Whether they wanted to be shy ornot, they had no option but to spread their legs and jump onto my lap. Thiswas the best ice-breaker yet. I would always make some complimentary commentto put them at ease - nice legs, nice tits, great body - well you have to saysomething. Unless.