"You aren't coming off too well, there -- lotta loose talk."Mary sighed. "It'll probably get worse. It's kind of why we're here." Yeah?" Yeah. Look, t...e situation is... kind of unique. There's stuff about it that it'd be better if most people didn't know. But Stick wants Draper to know, and that means that you should, too. Can we talk at lunch?"Tenisha thought fast. "Okay. Northwest corner? I'll push off my usual group..." Great!" Mary smiled encouragingly. "See you there!"Mary moved off, but. Two pair. My husband didn't want to look at me as he started to pick up the cards. Lt. Jackson stood up and said he would see everyone at work later, and took me by the arm and led me to our bedroom, where he locked the door behind us.He asked me if I had ever been with a black man before and I told him I had not. I asked him how old he was and he told me 46. My God, he was two years older than my dad. He told me to take my clothes off and get on the bed and he would be out of the bathroom in a. ” And with that you smile and leave. Well, “later” came and I found you, as lovely as ever. You stop your busy chores, long enough to talk to me. It’s just small talk, but gives me more of a chance to let my eyes wander over your petite frame. I definitely like what I see, never being a big fan of large busted women to begin with, there’s enough there to suck and nibble on. Matter of fact, a cool breeze must have suddenly blew through, as I believe I see just a hint of pointy nipple trying to. I was sitting opposite.While serving him, I used to get so close that while pouring any dish in his plate, I could touch his arm with mine or my fingers. I had been waiting to tease him so this time while serving the specially made sweet dish; I showed him my cleavage by bending a little more than required. He stared at it and gave a smile to me and uttered his thanks softly. I was not sure if the thanks was for the dish or the view. After sometime I asked him if he wanted some more of the.