.. Please, oh, please tell me I was wrong!I turned to Yvonne, she looked back at me and I felt that sensation of everything taking on a slow dragging ..... I was speeding up. I held out my hands and she looked down. Just as she started to hold up her hand to mine, I let the keys drop and they fell ... slow...I turned and left her standing on the snowy steps. I didn't care who saw me. I didn't care what anyone thought. I had to get to the house and a little snow wasn't going to stop me.I could. Doodling with CAD software on a laptop, she made an uncanny rendition of my old room. Soon she was able to set up a laser scanner and get a millimeter-accurate drawing in seconds.What she did for Hollywood defies belief and it was not her top priority. I was able to watch her rough out the key scenes of a Will Smith movie. The movie is an hour and forty-seven minutes. Sheila contributed to twenty nine minutes. For that, she received a high five figure check, an Oscar—Best Film Editing—and. I hear a female voice "are you gonna leave some ice for the rest of us" as she chuckles. I turn around and see her in a white tank top visually seeing the silhouette of her areoles thru her shirt and some really short shorts. She looked absolutely sexy to me. "Its you" I said "Nice boxers" she said, I looked down and forgot I didnt have pants. "I was hot, why are you out so late"I asked."You mean so early" she replied."I guess, I have a wicked headache" I shared"I have something for that" she. It was about two weeks after my college graduation when Beth called me onthe phone and asked me to come to her office before I left for the day.My first thought was "I am fired for some reason." As I walked to heroffice, my mind was racing, trying to think of what I had done wrong. Icouldn't think of a single thing. Oh sure, I had made a few mistakes butnothing so big that I would be fired over it.After the last customer had left and the doors were locked, I slowlywalked to Beth's office and.