I glanced at Dottie, who was still at my table, and she signalled that one dance was unavoidable, but then we'd go. So with my heart beating I let him...lead me to the dance floor.It wasn't easy. This guy was putting the make on me from the moment I put my arms on his shoulders -- he had picked a slow dance. I had a twisted feeling in my stomach -- there was something perverse about it. A man was not a dildo strapped to a girl. I was not gay. He pulled me against him and began to twist his body. After hanging up, she sat up and quickly twisted her hair back into a bun, put on her glasses and adjusted her blouse. She promptly began typing gibberish on her keyboard just as the VP walked by her desk.“Hi, Dana,” she said abruptly.“Hello, Willow,” the VP stopped and replied, looking somewhat bemused by Willow’s chirpiness. “How are you?”“Good. Good,” she nodded. She couldn’t get her heart rate to slow. “Keeping busy.”“Well, that’s very good to hear.” Dana smiled through the innocuous. We first met at a pub, with me partially cross dressed (female jeans, cb6000s, light make up, panties that showed when i was sitting, and carrying "our" purse) He was already there and we sat at the table, her beside him and me across. We had a few drinks then headed to pay, them arms around each other and me following with the (my) purse. I am sure the waitresses were wondering as her and i walked in together but they walked out like that and he payed his share of the tab but i had to dig. We aren’t real picky about the parts you throw in.”“Bones, too?”“Only if ground up to powder. We do a lot of bone meal for chickens.”“Isn’t that going to cut into your margin?”“Dave, I got to tell you, I have six hundred sows I have to pop in the next three days or I am going to lose my allocation for the month from the board. If that happens, I am in real trouble. If you take the pet food off the table, I’ve got the ability to keep up. And this could become a nice deferred deal for our.