If there were a stereotypical nerd, Jeremy would probably have to be its poster boy. He was shy, stuttered a lot, and a terribly bad dresser. He even ...ore a pocket protector! In this day and age none the less!Back to my story though.Surprised, he looked up from the book he was reading and replied, "No." No I can't sit here or no you don't mind?" I decided to play dumb. 'Maybe it will get him talking.' I thought to myself.Embarrassed, he said, "Sorry, of course you can sit there." Jeremy, do you. "Oh, my lovely, sensible Jean! Where would I be without you?. I'll be ready for him in a minute. Mind you it could just be a good idea to let him see me like this! Might give him heart failure and we'd be rid of at least one fat parasitic arsehole!" Yes Ma'am" and a laughing Jean withdrew. Gosh, but it was fun working for this new, crazy Katie!.The pointless interview with the half literate Union leader over, Katie looked despairingly down at her notes."Just how do I produce anything half-way. Maybe after the girl left, Scott had spent the time in his office touching himself thinking about that white cotton crotch staring at him as he tried to be an authority figure. Maybe the little girl had gotten him so excited that he had to go into his private bathroom and close the door so that he could beat off in peace. Without realizing it, Stephanie had been taking the bubbles from the tub and rubbing them into her prodigious breasts, so now her nipples were nice and hard. Her crotch was. Just before I went to work Jon and me painted some knickers on to me, not big ones, but bigger than a thong. When the managers bumped into me early on he said that he was going to get another look at my pussy later. So I told him that he was in for a disappointment and to prove it I lifted my skirt (I’d worn the same one) up at my right hip and showed him my ‘knickers’. I only lifted it up for a second and he didn’t have time to realise that it was only paint. He looked a bit disappointed but.