Though the wine had pushed judgment to the back of my mind, I still uncomfortable wearing pantyhose. I liked the feel silky feel against my skin, and ...hey were warmer than I had imagined but the French-cut lacy panty design ... My cock poked at my thigh and I dripped. Marlene shifted and d****d her short, thick legs over the arm of the chair. "Nice view." Marlene swirled her cabernet. She nodded at my glass. "Drink up." Her tone was firm. "You'll need it."I drained my glass without. I am Amy Margret, Senior Accounting Manager at J.L. & Cohen. Ok so there are plenty of 'Senior Managers' working here, but its still a heck of a good title and I didn't get it overnight. I also happen to be the one in charge of hiring a new Jr. Exec to my department. That is why this baby- faced princess is waiting outside my office with her carefully prepared interview notes. This is likely her first interview out of college. Gosh, shouldn't she be going for secretary positions at this point. But most of all, I know this because of my grandmother. She grew up in a free Korea but was taken to the North as a trophy bride during the war. She knows how things once were and how free the rest of the world is. Every day, she would tell me stories of her childhood and wish for me to know this freedom one day. It is our secret between us. It was she that told me to defect during this visit to the South.”Leon studied her face for several seconds, his own face expressionless. “Your story. I was devastated. Her cousin made it clear I was being watched. As he left, he said,”Lindsey’s moving on Mr Anderson. You should too.” I fell into a deep depression, nothing could pull me out of it. Not even Katie taking me deep sea fishing, or any of the countless activities she planned for us. I feigned smiles for my selfie happy niece, but it took all I had to do so. I needed to move on, I put the Chevelle up for sale at a muscle car auction. It didn’t take long to sell the Chevelle, the guy.