I half expected her to be sitting there looking at me, but what I found was a hand written note sitting on the table instead."Dear Jack, I met a guy i... the Laundromat who said he could take me on into Yellow Stone first thing this morning. I know you said you wanted to spend another day in Jackson Hole before moving on again, so I didn't wake you. I didn't want you to feel obligated to me, or change your plans on my account. So I hope you'll understand. I needed to get going again. Thank you. I turned away before they noticed me grinning at them.A beautiful woman was working in the glass-windowed rental office. I pretended like I was examining the list of available apartments, but my eyes were actually on her chest. I imagined ripping the buttons on her expensive blouse and burying my face in her cleavage. In my mind, she squealed with delight. In reality, she looked up when she felt me staring and smiled in case I was a potential renter. My cock throbbed urgently as I smiled back,. Off I went in the trailer to find the order. To my amazement, I found it rather quickly. I pulled the product, packed it up with another package, resealed it and sent it off on its way. To be honest, there is no way anyone else would have gone through the trouble. The order was already loaded and considered shipped. I called Joe back and told him of his good fortune, his request had been granted. Of course, I had to let him know what needed to be done on my end and that I went the extra mile to. My name is Shelly and I work in a data processing center in Minneapolis with 22 other women. The office Super Bowl party is a tradition that goes back to before I started working there 6 years ago. Every year the entire office gets together for a ?girls only? Super Bowl party, and every year there are stupid bets made between ?the girls.? Someone ends up having to come to work with orange hair or in a football jersey of the winning team or with makeup in the winning teams colors or whatever. .