He took away his hand quickly and asked me to come to the other side of a tall desk, where he took my measurements. The desk was tall and covered with...cloths and materials so that any customer coming into the shop couldn't see below my chest height.There, he started to take the measurements of my trousers. I was really hard and really embarrassed. He tried to take the length from the upper part of the backside of the trousers to the upper part of the front side of the trousers. For that he put. It was amazing to watch him as he sketched the layout of the upstairs addition. Without using a straight-edge or measuring anything he got the lines straight and maintained good proportion. I looked up and saw Kara coming through the living room toward the kitchen. She had put on clothes but it didn't look like she had been very modest.I held my breath as Kara came into the kitchen, expecting Bill to turn around. Kara said, "Don't mind me, I'm just going to fix a pot of coffee." Amazingly, Bill. Feelfree to access any of her..."Had I really just heard him? "No, that's not good measure! That's fuckedup, that's what that is..." I was burning a hole through him with mystare. I could feel my chest tightening, breathes were coming in shallowhuffs, adrenaline was flowing madly due to possibly finding Amber, and Iwas really pissed at Paul! I walked to my room, slamming the door behindme. Who the fuck did this guy think he was?! I found my purse and opened the bottle of Xanax, went to. Hundreds of mergers he had forced down their unwilling throats. And he made them wallow in their defeats. Hundreds of former top bananas had been forced to accept Barton's deals on Barton's terms. And Barton's terms always included two things: enormous profits for John Barton, and the loser kissed John Barton's ass. Literally. And not just on the buns. The former CEO's on Barton's payroll had two things in common. They had tasted Barton's shit-lined rectum. And they had begged for the.