"Excuse me, sir. May I help you?" I turned around and looked at her in disbelief. I'd never been challenged going to my own office, but then I noticed...that Rose wasn't at the desk. "Who are you and where is Rose?" I demanded. "I'm Miss Locke and I'm filling in for Rose while she's at lunch. Who are you?" Well, I was a little taken aback. I just said, "I'm Harold Anderson. I work here." "Couriers are supposed to use the mailroom door," she snapped.You can see where this is going, right? I had to. Rather than say "Should we get naked," I began a fairly graphic conversation about Monday night. I made reference to how she was dressed for the web call, and complimented her on how great she looked sans clothing. She blushed, and rather stammered out a verbal response: "Th-th-ank you so much! I'm not used to getting compliments, so am not very good at accepting them!" I replied, "Let's put the past behind us, and let's move forward in your newly-found fetish of shared masturbation. OK?" She. With the promotions came responsibility for higher level accounts―and more material to study. In this, Deirdre was a huge help, but Finance was not in her area of interest. Soon she was out of her depth. As most of the girls would, she turned to Edith Dryden.By this time, Pedro had regular contact with all the girls on the fifth floor, save Edith. They met the first night, but rarely since. Patricia quickly moved into the elite cliques, while Edith remained among the outsiders. Each knew the. " was all she managed to say."There is only one word you will use to address me," he said. "And you well know what that is. Remember when we first began to speak to each other? I taught you the safe word to use when something I did crossed your limits. I will not respond to 'no' or 'can't'."Cassie did remember the safe word. It was "red" for stop, but she could not bring herself to utter it. Instead, she said, "Yes Master" very quietly and she went out the door.He put her into the passenger.