Getting her self control back, somewhat, she said, “You might say that,” then quickly asked how I was doing. I pushed a bit, and told her that as...long as she had been thinking of me, it must have been good. She just giggled more. We exchanged some polite chit chat, then I told her that I was meeting with some friends and co-workers at a local sports bar for a few drinks tomorrow night after work, and I wondered if she would like to come join us. Just a few people from work, a casual Friday. ”Rachael put the site off limits for the day so everyone could get caught up on their personal business. It was late evening and Johnny was putting the finishing touches on repacking his aid bag when his door flung open and Mia and Rachael waltzed into the trailer. Mia had her ubiquitous backpack on one shoulder and Rachael had a large Vera Bradley tote in her hand. The two women were talking as if Johnny wasn’t there.Mia said, “I don’t care if you are the boss, I’m sleeping with him tonight.. A bit..." hetries to fight the urge. He runs his hands across the shoulders of myshirt. Tweaks at my puffed out pigtails."Ah-Ah-Alexa!" he moans, unsure whether he's trying to get my attentionto stop or beckon me forward. Lust has overcome his senses, his eyesbegin to roll back on their inevitable journey towards oblivion. TheFrench refer to it as "La petite mort" - literally translated to "alittle death', that moment of a brief loss or weakening of consciousnessat the point of climax.He. "Sure," I answered without hesitation."Uh, don't you think you should call Carrie and ask if she minds?" Kelly gently pointed out."I guess I should but I don't think it'll be a problem," I told her. "I mean, it's not like we're going to be watching it in the bedroom or anything. Hell, I don't even have a radio in my bedroom."Kelly laughed again."Why don't you give her a call and then call me back," she urged. "I'm certain it will be better that way. But I hope she's OK with it. I was planning.