“Jordan said you were already at her apartment when Erica arrived. Why?”Dalton glanced at me and said, “You hadn’t shown up yet this morning, ...o I thought I would check in on her.”I blinked in mild surprise and glanced back at Jordan. “Thank you.”Dalton nodded. “You’re welcome.”“So, what happened?” I asked.Dalton glanced in her rear-view mirror and said, “She was already up and angry. I didn’t know when you’d finally get home and take care of her, so I thought I’d lend a hand. I tried to pump. “Right now?” I asked, certain my voice betrayed my nervousness.“We may as well get it over with before your father gets home.”That was probably a good idea.“Ok,” I said, walking toward her.She was standing with one knee bent, forcing the opposite hip higher. As I approached her, Mom raised her arms and held the sides of the doorway.“You have to stand up straight and hold your arms out to the side,” I instructed, my trainee voice sounding authoritative.“Oh,” Mom said, backing away into the. Before it happened, the closest I came to doing it was when I was in a throng of older men, either side of me all pushing and jostling.The man behind me was having a good feel, and I turned and looked at him, he had pressed his erection into my bum through my dress and knickers, and was feeling my bum cheek, pulling it open as he pressed in.As I looked at him he smiled and winked, so I turned back and faced the front, letting him continue, as I was turned-on.His feelings were below the crowds. The main office is where most of the writers met and discussed whether or not they would become published or continued writing for random ad space in this-magazine or that-magazine. ‘Jeez, think they take long enough to brainstorm in there or what?’ said a usually quiet and casual David Chess. More than half of David’s career as a writer was spent working in small cubicles and coming up with cute little nothings to put inside greeting cards. Up until recently he had never thought about getting.