If you don't have a lawyer, I think you should go see Anniston. If he can't handle it, he will send you to someone who can. I know you don't like him,...but he's good. You don't have to like him. I fear that if that guy has such a mean dog, he has a gun, too."I thought about that in my confused state, and then slowly drifted to sleep savoring her welcoming kiss and relishing in her snuggle.In the morning, I was writing my "after action" report, summarizing my findings and making notes on what to. Scotty came barging in on us and was yelling. He said he couldn't believe that we were having sex. He yelled at Linda, like she was a piece of shit whore. I yelled back at him and said he was just jealous, because we didn't wait for him. Linda stood there, then grabbed her clothes and headed towards the bathroom to get dressed. I told Scotty that he was being a complete ass and to get over it. I told him, that if daddy or Brian walked in, they would have been clapping for our performance.. By the time I reached the door, Lisa was ringing the bell. She flew past me. ?Are you all right?? I asked her retreating back. Stopping in front of the fireplace, she turned. Her face was split by a huge smile. I noticed that her lipstick, which had remained intact through our last kiss, was now almost gone. Strangely sexy. ?Splendid. Perfect. Wonderful. I have found my second career, my true calling. Science be damned. In short, sir, I got the job.? ?What job? Tell me all about it.? ?Let me. My gaze wanders as I ask you to continue, to explain how exactly how you would help. You smile, your foot sliding up my leg, along my thigh as your legs part a bit more, your skirt sliding up far enough that I can see you’re not wearing any panties. Your foot moves between my thighs, rubbing the now obvious bulge in my pants before your slide off the desk and lower yourself to your knees. “Well, to truly help you, um, I mean my boss, I’d need him to be open to my assistance,” you say as you.