He was reserved and successful, not some spoiled rich kid who never grew up.It was hard for her to concentrate at work that day despite everything she...had to do. She couldn't keep her mind from drifting back to Greg and his confident, infectious persona. She couldn't help fantasizing about what it would be like to be with him, what kind of life she would have, and by the end of the day, she found herself wishing she'd met him before she'd gotten married, before her life had become so mundane. "But, sir? Do I hafta?" the seventeen year old asked in a soft, quavering voice. "Do I hafta take off my panties, too?" Do as I say!" he ordered in a stern voice and the girl fumbled with the waistband of her skirt while the monk went to the desk and got a leather strap from the drawer.Obediently, Nancy did as she'd been ordered and, her firm, round bottom bared, she bent down over the coffee table. She was tall and long legged and so, when she assumed the position as directed, her shoulders. The reporter wasn't interested in the lecture and question and answer period ... Nope ... she wanted to know what the Governors' airplane was like inside. How many pilots it had and was the flight attendant as pretty, young and shapely as rumor had it ... did she seem 'friendly?' She wasn't looking for smiling and efficient.The reporter ... she said ... The people have a Right to know ... wanted to know if the 'Stew' offered membership in the mile high club."Well, no ... we have our own plane. ??And you? How are you holding up? Ready to be a grandpa???As ready as I?m going to be, I guess. So how?s Erwin???He seems to be in mourning, if you want to know the truth. He?s due tosign the final papers on the sale of Bikini Burger next week. Justthink, we started out with one drive-in that was a little shaky, and nowwe?ve got a chain of eighteen restaurants in two states. He?s very proudof what he?s accomplished???What you?ve both accomplished.?Stephanie smiled, but didn?t otherwise.