I sat on a crate for a minute or two holding my bat thinking. Then my curiosity got the better of me and i laid the box on its side to get at the wing...nuts better. After the better part of 15 minutes I got all the damn wing nuts off and stood there thinking the box was pretty big what the hell was inside it. I kept thinking about that guy who had the crate under his stares and was inviting people over to see it and the shiny eyes would lure people's hands in the box and they would get eaten.. “Put a finger inside.”I did. “The PM wants you to consider the job.”“Did you suggest me?”“No.”“Good. So she’s asked you to tell me so that if I don’t want it there’s no loss of face for either of us.” She put her glass down and stood, moving behind me, she ran her hands down from my shoulders to my nipples which she held a little tightly. Her mouth came down to my ear. “Should I take the job?”“You’re by far the best choice.”She whispered, “Are you biased?” Her fingers tightened, making me gasp. As things are, we haven't got the staff to keep going back over your work to put things right!"I was quite pleased with my little speech. I had said what was needed without being too harsh, and with any luck Sheila would return to her old efficient self. I thought now I should make some friendly small talk."When is the baby due by the way? I suppose we will have to look into maternity leave for you before long?"Whoops! I had definitely said the wrong thing. Sheila burst out crying, buried her. Nin held it up against me and turned me towards a mirror. ‘See, it lovely, it also give you some woman shape.’I had no idea what material it was made from, but it was surprisingly light and smooth as I held it in my trembling fingers.‘No, no, I can’t.’ I felt my willpower draining away as I looked at myself in the mirror, imagining what I would look like wearing it. Nin could sense my resistance waning and she pulled open my robe, ‘Please, Jamie, for me, just try it on. If you don't like it,.