Getting out of the bed, a realization came over me. Even with all the beer I drank, there was no urgency to take a piss.Seeing the doorway to a bathro...m, I went in and splashed some water on my face thinking it would be a good idea to help me focus.Walking back in to the bedroom, I was feeling a bit refreshed and wondered about a lack of a hangover as I should be feeling like shit. Well time to figure out where I was. Walking out of the bedroom door, I realized I was in a hotel suite that I. After a while she puts thebook down and starts talking about something called "personificationof the penis". And I haven't passed a notein years, but I get this wicked idea and I scribblesomething and hand it to Bill. And he writes somethingand hands it back. WHAT'SITS NAME? DICK. Whichis pretty bad, but so bad it's funny. And then I get alittle bolder. DOESDICK LIKE TO BE PETTED? Andback it comes. SOMETIMES,AND SOMETIMES NOT. IT COMES IN SPURTS. I haveto put my head down on the desk. Bill can. There she was, napping on the couch. I knew she didn't work; whatever had happened to Mr. Shannon years ago ended up in a major accidental death lawsuit; the Shannons were set for life. It was small consolation for the loss of her husband, but Susan lived a comfortable life. She was racked out on the couch, a magazine on her lap. Her breasts spilled onto the couch as she slept on her side. She wore a pleated skirt that was, to my surprise, riding up her thighs. Her bare ass was on display. It. Elizabeth Morgan was gorgeous. She was 5’ 5” or 6” (she has still never told me, she claims 5’ 7”) tall and with eyes that looked into your very soul. She was well proportioned and slender. She had the darkest black hair and wore it in a ponytail even when dressed up. It was love at first sight for me.As neither one of us was, at the time, part of the management team we were not constrained but any non-fraternization policy. When I asked Liz for a date she said she was going out regularly with.