"OK Jerry, I tell you what. We'll have dinner sometime, but you'll haveto take the side of corporate greed and I'll argue for socialresponsibility."Ov...r the next three years Uncle Peter and I would occasionally have alunch or dinner or drinks, choose a subject, pick sides and enjoy anargument. During that time I advanced to a "team leader" position in mycompany and became known as the wizard of the expense accounts. So Iassumed that my uncle either had a question about bookkeeping or wantedto. Abby’s chest was heaving and she kept her eyes squeezed shut. She hadn’t said a word since Bill told her he was going to make love to her. She couldn’t talk. She knew if she did, she’d tell him to stop, and she really wasn’t sure she wanted him to stop. It seemed like ages since someone wanted her, and Bill really sounded like he did. Bill, his fingers quaking, began opening the buttons of Abby’s blouse. She stood there, not resisting, but not offering any to help, either. He finally got the. He headed to the front door, peering into the small side windows that ran on either side of the door. Though his view was obstructed by a wall, he saw Tanya and Emilee sitting on a couch, Emilee clinging to her mother. Then Ricky came into view. He was shouting, his face red, his hands flung wide. Tanya glanced at the door and he cursed softly, seeing the new bruises that were on her face. Mia was going to go ballistic. As if his thoughts were a premonition, he saw Mia throw open the kitchen. He began to sway, might have fallen had Kathy not warned him by yelling his name out."DAVY!" Huh?" You almost fell. Are you all right?" Um, yeah, I guess... sorry." Don't be sorry," she whispered huskily, "Just take a look at MY HARDON, Davy!"He did."Watch as my finger rubs all around it..." she moaned, and licked her lips, "Mmmmmm, I'd love to feel you suck it into your mouth, baby," she hissed snakelike, mesmerizing him with lust."I want to feel your tongue pressing, flicking at it..." she.