Please hurry with your job so that I can get the pleasure of firing and charging the ballsy fucker who thought they could get away with stealing from ...e." Yes ma’am"The problem was that I had been the one to steal the money. Our firm was making such exorbitant margins that I thought there would be no way that anyone would notice sixty thousand gone missing. I had gotten away with doing this kind of thing at my old job twice and I had been hooked since.It wouldn't seem like I needed the money. I. Im sorry, but…” she trailed off, eyeing me and smiling slightly. “Anything?”“Well… yes,” I said, kind of unsure of what she meant.“You see Brad, it’s been a couple of years since my husband left me and well… um… this is kind of awkward, but I havn’t um… you know… had any in a long time.”“Ms. Robinson, im flattered, but well, it seems wrong," i said, immediately picking up on what she wanted from me.“Come on Brad, your young and attractive, and judging by your previous stares, I guess im not so. No wonder she has trouble living without a guy. I could get used to feeling like this. Very used to it. She basked in the warmth of his gaze, feeling the now familiar stirring between her legs. "You hungry?" she asked, fully aware of the double entendre that had escaped her lips. She honestly meant to ask if he was hungry for food, but if he were to suggest something else to fulfill that hunger, she probably wouldn't give him much of a fight.As if on cue, his stomach rumbled. "You know, maybe. , wearing a loose-fitting blouse tucked neatly into her denim-shorts. She was wearing white Keds. The way young women wear it nowadays: without the socks.I recognized her immediately. She usually sat in the front row of my lectures. She introduced herself as Debbie, and I asked what I could do for her. Debbie sat across the desk from me, and set her bag down on the floor and crossed her legs. Her leg bounced nervously. I tried to focus my thoughts on what she was saying rather than her foot. I.