It makes deep conflict in her. I hear again her voice, the words she says, I see in my mind her movements and how she holds herself, and I am sure.Aga...n I rise in night, and go to other room, living room. There I go over again and again in my mind. Yes, I am sure, I know this to be so; I should have known this then, I should have said.I berate myself for this when Linda comes again as she did before when I could not sleep.“You OK, darling?” she asks in sleepy voice.“Yes, I’m fine,” I tell her.. Possibly the most worldly of the three, she was certainly more gregarious and the one most likely to go after something she wanted from the opposite sex. Not that I knew this at the time.I heard them long before I saw them, chattering away at the tops of their voices as I wrote a few equations on the blackboard.“Hello. Take a seat and let’s see where you’re up to,” I greeted them when they entered only to be interrupted a few seconds later by the entry of Susan Hatchett, who, I suspected,. However she was dressed in this all black assemble that perfectly highlighted her curves. As i was about to walk pass her she steps in my pass way. "open your mail room? I need to check for a very important package" she suddenly orders me with her demanding voice."yes ma'am' I am now opening the mail room is there a specific package u are looking for " I say obeying to her demand i must remember she is a manager and I must be very careful what thin lines I cross."this one here ' she said. Standing over him straddling his body I am in a summer dress and riding boots with a clear view of what is under my dress .Nudging him with my boot I get no response I nudge him again still nothing kneeling down to whisper in his ear he grabs me by the waist making me squeal as he rolls me onto my back as he follows grabbing my hands raising them above my head and holding them there with one hand as his other hand explores my breast through my dress. His lips exploring my neck ,my lips. parting.