He can't even ride." He may not know how to ride but he knows about you." Yeah what did tell you?" He told me you were a good rider, a more gooder mec...anic, and an okayteacher. He said you taught some guys to race, and then built thembikes. He also said you made some custom bikes too." That's Nick. He can stretch the truth a bit." He said you'd say that too. He also said that you can be a pain in theass at times." Pain in the ass?" Yeah because you want lots of stuff your way or no way." Yup,". Now, though, with this new look and confidence, perhaps would be the time to encourage him to take a more managerial position. Or is Tim being scouted and pursued by another company?This Monday morning brings the executives together in contemplation. Tim’s manager is called in for his viewpoint. The wheels are turning at Microga for some big changes for Tim.oOoMeanwhile, Abbie is settling in for a new work week also. And in fairness, perhaps should tell more about her position and. This trip was going to really cost her husband quite a pretty penny in more ways than one.The Party of Six left on Sunday afternoon and arrived at Jamaica's Montego Bay Airport late in the afternoon. One of those jaunty jitneys, a brightly painted, open-air jeep with the fringe on top, picked them up. Their driver was an elderly local Rastafarian with long dreadlocks. He looked over the pretty white American women with a practiced eye. He knew why they were here. The old Jamaican just wished. ’ leered Mr Smith.Jim stood back and admired the view. 'Right. I think it’s time for a little celebration, don’t you gentlemen?’ Ms Wood had young Jo astride her face, and once again Jo was being worked up into a delirium. Meanwhile Mr Smith had Ms Woods legs high in the air, with her trousers caught up in the heels of her boots. Her legs were bent and it was beyond anyones imagination how the small lacy black panties could protect any modesty. Ms Woods fingers drifted down and underneath the.