" So that is what they did.As the evening went on more and more of the wives found out what was going on and didn't let their husbands more then two f...et from them. At 10:30 Tom and Eddie went into the men's room and had someone pull a ticket from the bucket. Tom wrote the winning number on a paper towel and taped it on the sign. Men began sneaking in to check their number and as they came out their wives were waiting on them.Then the magic hour of 11PM arrived and guess what ...... No one. " Oh, tell her I'll call her back after this meeting is over. It can't be important."The graduate students looked as horrified as the secretary at this apparent discourtesy.Seeing their faces, she explained, "We were at school together and then in the same Sorority, and I helped her a little with her campaign. I expect it's a routine 'thank you' call actually from one of her aides; it is a little galling that it has taken them over a year to get round to it."When the frightened girl added,. It was actually great to feel something. Every morning for the past 4 years was greeted with apathy. When Chucky was dying he was starting his job.Luke pulled out his suit. Made sure that it wasn't wrinkled. He buffed his shoes and bee lined for the office. He grabbed his coffee from the Café and headed up to his office. Maybe it was the look on his face, or the way he walked, but Luke felt like everyone was moving out of his way.He opened his first email of the morning and read the hubris from. Shelooked relieved as she gently kissed me on the lips. Lisa told me to liestill and she would get us something to drink. A few minutes later, shereturned with two glasses and a bottle of red wine. I could barely situp as she handed me a glass of wine. I sipped the wine down my parchedthroat as I realized that my pussy was sore. No wonder, I thought tomyself.Lisa refilled my glass and made a toast, "To lesbianism." She clinkedher glass against mine. I went ahead and drank. I suppose you could.