.. to do?" Her voice trailed off in shock at what she'd just said.Leroy slackened his grip on her hair and paused. "You know, that's the first intelli...ent thing you've said since we met." He gently stroked her cheek. "Perhaps we CAN make something of you - get her thoroughly cleaned up, please and delivered to my apartment." He turned back to address the shaking Latino beauty. "And then you can explain your paintings, Gina - they are really quite good." She gasped in surprise at his unexpected. What he didn’t know was when I joined the company, it was very small, no legal staff to speak of, so when patents were applied for, I did all of them, since we didn’t have a formal way of doing these, I put them in my name, figuring if and when an issue came up, I’d just sign the papers over to our corporation at the time, now we were a large company and I had just been told to leave. I went back to my office, gathered up my personal items, called the legal department explaining to them all of. It was hot inside. I could sense her sweating. She was in a saree. She adjusted her pallu due to heat and I could have a better view of her cleavage now. I kept staring and she caught me. She said I look like her husband with a beard. I smiled and asked if he was there in my place what you people would do.She just smiled and I took it as a signal and adjusted myself closer to her. She was holding my phone. And I sat with my hands tied. And my left hand could almost touch her hip. We both were. The problem was that teachers without tenure were ‘downsized’ first (read ‘fired’) when the school district experienced budgetary concerns. My name is Eve and I was two weeks short of gaining tenure when the principal, Mr. Selznick, called me into his office. Maybe it was Friday the thirteenth… I don’t know, but it felt like it. Mr. Selznick, I mean Norm, was a man in his early-fifties and very supportive of the staff so it was no surprise when he gave me a huge hug and held my hand as tears.