“But I drive it better!”We laughed together and headed out. I was happy to see the news van was gone as we walked outside. Soon we were headed to ...ur favorite take-out joint.Jeryl was happy to see us. Sanford made a brief appearance to make sure we were all right before retreating down to his rooms with the security monitors. Jeryl, Kelly and I settled in around the kitchen table.“So, did you tell him?” Jeryl asked after filling her plate with fried rice and beef and broccoli.I looked at. But Debbie was apparently much smarter than I'd given her credit for.So there I was, after two weeks, standing like a moron, wearing a pair of Silkies, black, body shaping pantyhose (the kind that puts your butt in a sling) - with Lycra - sporting a huge hard on. Did I mention my balls weighed about 5 pounds each? Thanks to Debbie's little game I was hard just about all the time. Wearing pantyhose naturally made me horny. That's probably the major reason I wore them. It's nice feeling your legs. " "Well, I have some great news for you. Ben Hunter is retiringafter next week and you are considered one of the top level threeemployees. How would you like to move up to level two and take overfrom Ben?" "That would be great!" "Okay, then starting tomorrow report to Ben so he can show youthe ropes. I just got an idea -- the equal opportunity folks aregivng us a hard time about the good ol' boy advancement policy weseem to have. Keep wearing dresses and the job is yours. That'llget those. Tiny jobs. Not much to worryabout.My first day I watched a couple of old gals who had been doing itforever, and saw how they did it. Plenty of paper, lots of stuffing inthe boxes, tape it shut. I learned on the job. Kitchens are the worst.People usually have way more dishes than they need. Offices can suck,and libraries too. Some people liked to pack up their own clothes, andsome didn't care. Hanging clothes went in big boxes with rods in them,called wardrobes. Everything else went into.