”“I don’t know if that’s possible,” Alice said. She sat back in her chair. She had no idea how much time people were wasting on other stuff,...to know what kind of impact that would have on production.“I’m going to be turning off my Blackberry at five thirty. I’ll expect you to do the same. If you call me after hours, I’m not answering my phone. Once I leave here, I’m not checking my e-mail,” Dexter said.“You’re kidding, aren’t you?” Jim asked.Dexter answered, “No.”“What if there’s a problem?”. I stuck my head into the staging area and waved at the supervisor.He looked at his list, "Clarke and Forrest."Two heads perked up in the crowd. The supervisor nodded toward me, indicating where they should go. I introduced myself as we walked down the hall. The guy's name was Bert Clarke. He was a well-built six-footer who didn't look much past high school age. The girl was Ernestine Forrest, a petite brunette who looked like she didn't weigh 100 lb. soaking wet. They made some jokes about Bert. I’m not supposed to be a lifer on any one assignment. In grad school, she stumbled a little, but no biggie. Everybody’s not cut out for the academic life, and she had the brains to make it on her merits and not have to wrap herself in sheepskins. She didn’t have much luck with men. The love of her life was unrequited. She was sexually humiliated once by a kid who thought it was ok to bring his friends along to watch. And, of course, there was that one lover that every woman seems to have who. Out in the field, looking at a pump operating, Billy had been reminded of burro-prick by the steady rise and fall, and the front of his trousers had jutted out instantly, alarming the field crew who were with him because, being well-trained men, they thought he was bringing in a geyser. Later, they had laughed at him, to his abject mortification.It had been no better for Hank.Studying oil samples he had imagined a sudden flash of donkey-cum, thick and hot as the heated oil, and his cock had.