" Great idea Billy. I think while you're doing the fills the others can observe for a little while so they all learn what it is and how it's done."The... looking at the girls Bill continued, "It doesn't mean that you did something wrong or badly. The producer hears certain things that we probably don't and his thought process is, 'Hmm. I wonder if they could do it this way.' It won't deviate from the original music that much, if at all, because the goal of this group is to match studio. I was strangely alone. Well, I was for maybe half a minute. Then she was there, and she never looked more beautiful, not that I could recall at any rate.“You look good,” I said, not quite sneering my accurate but coldly informal greeting.“Thank you,” she said.We kinda stared at each other for the longest time. It was after 3:00 p.m. She looked up at the clock and went back to staring at me.“Could I interest you in a beer or maybe something stronger?” she said.“Whiskey,” I said. It was early but. His eyes heated a bit and I was sure he made note of every little breath, every expression and every change of color in my cheeks. He seemed the type of man who would miss absolutely no detail. I finally unearthed my voice from the recesses to which it had fled and managed to squeak out a response. ‘A… meeting. I’m late for a meeting.’ He raised an eyebrow. I sighed. ‘My boss and I are meeting a client, and I can’t afford to mess this up.’ A slow sexy smile slid across his face. ‘Not even. Bless me. Bless me, Father, for I am about to sin. No, its not right. Its not acceptable. Its a violation of several commandments, all rolled into one single, sexual act. Youre lying, youre committing adultery, and youre dishonoring your father and mother, and by the time youve had sex with this man as many times as you . . .. What the . . .? As he was speaking, I had silently exited the booth, walked around to his side, opened his door, and stood before him. Naked. I stepped in quickly, before.