Finally it is 5pm and everyone packs up and heads off home. I delay until everyone is gone and then get the lift to the fourth floor and possible doom... I get out of the lift and find myself in an apartment. Mrs Williams is sitting on a couch. “Come in Terry” she says. I go to sit down. “Please remain standing” she said, her voice seems to crackle. About Saturday night Terry. What do you remember?” “Me” I answer feigning amnesia. “Yes Terry. I remember. I remember that bulge in your shorts. I. ” and turned away from me.“Fuck me!” I cursed, now furious, and tried the new Darling technique, blowing air on my dick.She looked back at me after hearing my puffs of air with an annoyed glare.“Stop that” she chastised, “You look ridiculous.” and brought her hand to her own chin, “Bertha you say?” she asked rhetorically, “Now that is a possibility.” rubbing her chin in thought.“Her and her minions” I added, and pointed out, “not like you could prove it though.” and went back to blowing on my. If she didn’t at least get a paying job of some kind to her name, she would lose everything she had and probably more.She had seen the ad, strangely enough, in the help wanted section of the sex ads in the little local entertainment weekly. “Full assistant, apply in person by appointment”. She was obviously suspicious, but she had to grasp at any possibility whatsoever. When they returned her call and asked her in for an interview after a few questions she was ecstatic, not even thinking any. My father owned this bar in a joint venture with his brother Albert, but ordinarily, I used to perform all duties, yet everybody assist me a the bar with frequent customers. As I got home, I was not able to find the key which we always keep hidden in a special place, under a rock, so no burglars couldn't sneake in. I walked along the wall until I reached the back yard where a back door is normally open, in case of these emergencies. When I got into the house, I didn´t believe my.