It was bad coffee, not just bad, it tasted likeshit."Woah? trying the coffee are we?" Jenny said as she came into thekitchen, she was wearing a shiny ...lack robe. "Rough nite?" I don't drink coffee?" I muttered under my breath, a little louder thanI thought."I've never seen you," Jenny replied, as she snatched the hot mug fromme and gulped it down.No coffee, I sighed, another irritating little fact about this body."Where is everyone?" I asked, as I bit into an apple that was sitting inthe bowl. For, it was clear that Willis was definitely sexually attracted to her. She'd never been with a black man before, though she'd seen a number of them that she had found very appealing (which would have angered her husband, who, sadly, was a rather strident racist). In fact, knowing how racist her husband was was part of the curious exhilaration she felt just thinking about the possibility of fucking Willis! It had been a long time since she and her husband had had any sort of sexual connection;. I found it on ground level before the break room for the personnel. If I hurried, I could catch up to Mr. Grisham and get back to work. I passed the paper through a window and a girl with thick glasses took it. After a few minutes of waiting there, I decided to look at the other papers.“Excused from Duty” titled one page and the instructions said to give it to my superior. The next page cautioned me about symptoms of concussions and if and when to go to the hospital. I dropped my hand in. “BobWhy not?Where should I meet you?Anita”They agreed to meet in the parking lot of a department store nearby. He told her, “I was planning to go for a walk, and I can be there in 10 minutes.”She told him what kind of car she drove and she would meet him there. They signed off and prepared for the blind date. He dressed in a polo with some logo on it, blue jeans, gray sweat socks, and cross-trainer shoes. He did a lot of walking and had found that it does not matter what you wear. He wore his.