I’m also calling in an unexpected outside audit on them before they can cook the books. I have a guy from PricewaterhouseCoopers meeting me there on...Wednesday morning with his team. They know it’s a surgical strike.”“Crime prevention?”“I don’t think so; more likely stupidity, laziness, and ineptness in a few places. I don’t think the finance guys that the plant manager hired are the brightest lights on the Christmas tree. We’ll see. The PwC guys have done our other plants so this shouldn’t be. We live in the South of England, so in the winter months, it is usually cold, and raining a lot, which meant that there was little to do except stay inside and play video games. It was mid-December, not much more than a month after my 13th birthday, when, on the last day of school before the Christmas holidays, I played football with some friends. Unlike my friends, I didn’t exactly have a masculine build; I wasn’t fat, but not as thin as a stick either. The wet, muddy fields meant that, not. He looked for all the world like a high school nerd all done up for his first dressy date, 'aw shucks' grin and all."G... good morning, Mr. Banner. I'm the producer for the show." Cal shook his hand and made sure to bring him just to the point of pain. "If you will step into the prep room, we'll take care of the final makeup."There were several people hanging around, but Cal decided to follow the plan anyway. The producer's attempt to go back on the makeup 'deal' was just what it took to get. She breathed heavy and was hot and wet.I kept teasing her and I noticed she drove erratically and quickly. At her house her walked inside. Once inside the door I grabbed her, turned her and forcefully pushed her back to the door. I kissed her and she kissed back. I reached up and fingered her and she moaned. I quickly let her over to the kitchen where I told her to remove her dress. She did. She unrobed for a stranger in her house. I kissed her and cupped her tits as she freed them and they.