I lean closer, allowing my hand to trace the cool line of your brow. You don’t stir, your lids heavy with the exhaustion of making love to me. Ever... muscle in my body wants to pull you to me and wrap you in my arms so closely you wake to my touch, but I dare not rouse you so late at night. I feel tears in my eyes at the thought of you. What had I done to deserve a man who loves me so much? Who cradles me like an infant when I breakdown, who teaches and shows me the world through eyes so much. And then there She was. Goddess. My eyes must have been out on stalks, and there’s nothing I can do about it, I know my mouth just drops open, but I’m a helpless gawping perv, totally spell-bound by a girlie-goddess. She’s got a tightish top with quite a deep ‘V’ and She bulges out of it like a wanker’s dream – and I’m a wanker! Her shapely hips splay out Her short pleated skirt and She is OH so leggy. Ohhh! Make that OHHH! OHHH! OHHH!And then I realise that’s the noise I’m making as She makes. "Of course, there will be the occasional exception. There are times when public opinion, or the well-being and orderly execution of the staff functions or, even, heaven forbid, the well-being and best interests of patients may come first. We will not succeed as a company without good public opinion and employee opinion. The trick is to find someone who can generally tend to maximize the bottom line and not lose sight of compassion and regard for the patients and employees." He thought he'd. To complete the paperwork, they needed Karen’s social security number. But Karen was out of town on her Vegas trip, and Craig couldn’t remember it.After calls and texts to Karen went unreturned, he invited the sexy youngster inside while he searched.“I know,” he said. “We keep our tax returns in a safe in our bedroom. Karen handles all that financial stuff. Help me find the key.”They rummaged through the master bedroom, and Alex found the key in Karen’s side of the bathroom vanity. They entered.