And when it’s my turn, not having much hot water at all. So I strip, and follow her into the shower. She turns on the water, and kisses me. Not the ...oy ‘welcome home’ kiss, but a real kiss. I can still smell the lingering office on her neck, the starch of her blouse. She’s had a long day too it seems, and is glad to have her man home. I can tell she has been wanting to hold me all day as she lingers with the kiss and the hold. Her skin feels smooth and soft. I hold her back, hands drifting. I have a mirror set up under the picture window so that I can watch myselffondling my underwear as I watch the TV. I don't close any curtains in thelounge. Actually there aren't any. I live on the 6th floor and the nextapartment block is some distance away and as I can't see what is going onin any of the rooms in that block I reckon they can't see what I'm doingeither. I started the video and settled down on the settee to watch.A secretary is working at a desk in an office. She is sitting with. Have you decided what you were going to do?" I said "Not yet, but I would definitely be your Hooter's girl if he opts out." Some more laughs followed and she gave me a more pampering as I watched in the mirror. She showed genuine interest and I did, too. We weren't flirting, just having a lot of fun. A girl was sitting in the lobby wearing a bright yellow flowery sun dress and I had to sneak a peek in the mirror. I don't know why, but I had to check everything out in the salon that day. Aside. ”“Don’t trust my judgment?”“I do. But I reversed my veto so I’m curious as to which of us was right.”We shook hands, and I went to Alonzo’s desk and asked him to come talk to me.“Where did you hear the rumors?” I asked.“Shit, Steve,” he sighed. “I was afraid of this.”“Of what?”“A witch hunt.”“Zo, can we really let this kind of crap fester and build? It’s entirely false and it’s going to wreck morale and could very well cause massive upheaval. Just tell me who you heard this from. The only.