Even now, he was climbing the stairs to her private office to discuss their options of responding to the latest violence swirling around them like a t...rnado of trouble rising up when one least expected it.Belinda was standing on a chair working on the tricky kerosene lamp that had a tendency to stop working at the most inopportune times. The sight of her bare ankles was enough to arouse his manly juices but he pretended like he was bored with the need to report to the “Boss” like some lackey. And one evening, afterward, I suggested we do it, the next time, in the bed, back in his bedroom. I suggested he take a nice nap, before I even got there, and then I'd wake him up in his bed -- that way.Well, we did that, and sure enough, afterwards old Bill told me it had been the best of all, for him, because he'd dreamt he was doing it, for real, and he said in his dream, this time, it wasn't Sarah he was dreaming he was with. It was me.And I told him that I had known it must 'a been good. It’s not that you’re a good person, you just can’t find the energy for that kind of emotion any more.The company paid handsomely, aware that they should not have let the guy drive. It turned out to be a good thing. You struggled at work. Everything that had been interesting and challenging before just seemed meaningless. It was a few months before your boss couldn’t make excuses for you anymore. She politely but firmly told you it was time to quit, so you did.The only reason for existence you. " Shirley, why don't you complete the job?" Anngritted her teeth as someone, Shirley, she supposed, pulled tufts of pubic hair out. It wasn't quick, like awax job. It was like plucking her eyebrows, butinterminable torment, as the tension on a hair grew,and then the sharp pain as the root tore free, andthen the next, and the next, and the next. "That's better," said Shirley, as she plucked the finehairs of Ann's labia and back toward her anus. When Shirley finally finished, George fucked.