A desk sat in the centre of the room facing the door. Miss West, dressed in a similar black suit to Wendy, called her in and asked her to stand in fr...nt of the desk.“Thank you for coming Wendy. Lets make this as brief as possible. Can you work for me between the hours of 7 and 10 pm on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays?”“Erm, yes, I can do those hours. What would I be expected to do?” Wendy asked nervously.“I pay good rates. If you agree to work for me I can pay you four times more then. Our deal's off - you win! I don't care about that anymore.I've been a lousy father to you, son. They can take you back intosurgery in a few hours. The doctor said that if they take them outright away, you'll have less scarring and should be back to normal inthree or four weeks."Reagan was still a little out of it. "Huh? What are you talkingabout?" You don't have to keep those implants." His father pointed atReagan's chest. "You've proven to me that you're the bigger man."Reagan sucked on. She had come round to the cottage with a music centre that needed repairing. ‘I know these days it’s very unfeminist, but I’m hopeless at that kind of thing.’ ‘What’s wrong with it?’ ‘It won’t work,’ Carol wailed. ‘Is there power going in?’ ‘How would I know?’ Paul pointed to the music centre. ‘This little red light comes on.’ ‘Yes….no….Oh, I don’t know.’ Paul plugged it in and nothing happened. ‘Probably a fuse.’ ‘Can you do anything with it or do I have to get another?’ ‘A fuse, my dear. Damn, it felt good! ‘I-I appreciate the offer, really…but…ah…I do want at…at least this week…end on my own!’ She squirmed as Bert’s hand slid across her belly and between her thighs. ‘That…would be…greaaat!’ she murmured as Bert slid a finger into her, his thumb moving to her clit. Her hips rose and fell on the bed as he thrust his hand into her. ‘No…’ she said, ‘I-I haaaadn’t heard thaaaat.’ Why couldn’t Mary Lou just shut up and go away? Of all the times to want to gossip! Still, it was a.