‘Where is Mrs. Rogers this morning?’ His humour left him and he came further into the room, allowing the door to close behind him. ‘She’s take... the day off to prepare for this trip,’ Miranda told him quietly. ‘Yes… well, perhaps I should have given you both a little more warning.’ He murmured apologetically. ‘I’m not going anywhere,’ she said with a small shrug of her shoulders. ‘No… but you will be covering for her.’ Miranda gave a brittle little laugh. ‘You’ve pretty much closed down this. It was a large workshop with concrete floor and metal walls - the sides strewn with shelves - workbenches at each end cluttered with tools and projects. He walked back and forth picking things up and throwing them away, or finding a new place for them. Moving saws and dragging tables across the floor.Today instead of his crisp business suit he wore faded and quite dirty blue jeans - t-shirt untucked and cut off at the sleeves and work boots. He constantly looked out of the corner of his eye. She had gone through only a few boyfriends but none of them lasted more than six months. She knew how attractive she was and felt great about it. This really showed in the summer. On some days she wouldn’t have on anything more than a bra or swimsuit top and a pair of shorts on, even if she went out of the house. I would find out later that she had 32D size tits and they were magnificent, perfectly round and begging to be touched or have something wedged between them. I didn’t know how sexually. Will you answer one question honestly. No fibbing." Sarah and I exchanged glances. "Alright, Mike," she replied, her voice unnaturally bright with emotion. "One question from the Big Guy." "Thanks. I need to know. Are you really naked?" I didn't know what to say. Sarah did. "Not completely, Mike," she anwered. "But we're pretty close." "How close?" "Our jeans are unzipped. My shirt is almost off. Mindy's hand is in her panties." The fact that Sarah had the.