Wehad a lot of good talks in the male restroom."It must be a Friday!" Fred said as I entered.I always worked on Fridays to give Jill the day off. My m...le co-workersapparently discovered I would show up with a different personalitydepending on the day. "It won't mean anything if we don't get our workdone. The boss is threatening to make us work on Saturday," I said."No way. The boss has something special planned tonight," Fred saideagerly."What's a woman doing here? Oh, it's you," Stan said as. Without invitation, Allister now moved closer and took the stool next to me.“My names, Allister,” he announced as he did so.“I’m Ninh,” I nervously replied.“That’s beautiful. What does it mean?” Allister asked.“Tranquil,” I answered.With Allister’s eyes alive with interest, we continued our conversation. I told him about my heritage and job, after which he stated that he was a builder by trade and that powerlifting was his hobby. We talked seamlessly, and I almost lost myself in the. I am required to drink at least sixty ounces of water each day. That means I pee often. I had no idea how I was going to get through the day. As Master stood to leave, I followed him to the door, handing him his briefcase and his laptop as he left. Looking at the clock I realized that I, too, was late! Rushing to the basement, I carefully dressed in a suit with stockings and garter belt underneath. Checking the mirror to make sure my make-up was just right, I caught myself lifting my skirt to. Lucy’s face remained totally blank, but a single tear fell from her eye as I watched, fighting my instinct to tell her that everything was fine, that Marcie was alive and well.I love my sister, after all, and the last thing I want to do is cause her any pain. But I needed results, and I was sure that this was the way to get them.“After the funeral, I pull out a bottle of whiskey, and ask if you want a drink.”Nod. I was slightly taken aback by that - I’d half-expected her to refuse that, and.