He called saying that he wasn't going to be able to come out and just shut the water off to it and when i got back he would then come out. OH HELL...I...told him i'd be here till noon and that if he could make it then come on out. He told me that there wasn't any way he was going to make it and that every one else was already out on calls.I told him that it was ok i'd just shut it off.My boss called not even an hour later saying that he has some one else going for me and that he wanted me to stay. He put his thumb and index finger on each side of her middle finger and slid his fingertips softly and slowly up and down. Waves of pleasure spread from her finger along her arm. It spread all the way to her young hairless armpit. She shivered. She wasn’t quite sure what he was teaching her but the feelings he was generating in her body were delicious. She felt warm and desirable. Warmth spread from the area between her legs. Her private parts were reacting to his actions. She wondered. Today, she knows that she won't be able to take anymore.------"Hey sweetheart, you're coming to lunch with me."When Mallory's expression changed into a mixture of horror and disgust, Lon Longman quickly added, "A working lunch. I need to talk to you about the, um, Fiskman account."Mallory knew that the Fiskman account was one she barely ever touched - a low-maintenance, low-risk, low-yield account that was never going to be in danger of sinking unless the whole economy went down the toilet. ‘BUT!’ he shouted, even louder, and they quieted down. ‘But I DO remember HER name. Her name matched her reputation. She was Wendy Warmcox.’ Jane’s ears perked up at that now-familiar name. ‘Bullshit!’ one of the hecklers yelled. ‘What kind of name is Warmcox? No woman has a name like that!’ ‘Excuse me,’ Jane Bond said. ‘Did you say Wendy Warmcox?’ ‘Yeah, what’s it to you?’ the story-teller, by now tiring of all the heckling, challenged her. Jane reached in her purse and pulled out the little.