Is something wrong?’ Mark asked. He made no attempt to hide the fact that he was staring at the slim leg clad in dark pantyhose which showed through...the cut in front of Ann’s dress. ‘Well…’ Ann said. ‘I…I it’s nothing, really.’ ‘Are you sure?’ Mark asked. ‘I…I didn’t…know it…it was affecting my work,’ she murmured. ‘Is…is that why you wanted to see me, Mr. Lewis?’ ‘Oh, no,’ Mark said. ‘Not at all. You are one of our best employees. In fact…’ He stood up and walked around in front of his desk. When we were alone she was totally different, but in company she put in extra effort to wind me up and goad me into making a fool of myself. Her duality was both erotic and infuriating; the very essence of Stacy herself.I was just about to touch the wall at the deep end when I heard, "Where is a Great White Shark when you need one?"I stopped swimming and trod water as I looked up to where that familiar catty tone had come from. Stacy was sat cross-legged at the edge of the pool. She hadn't. She said when she was getting dressed he told her that some of his lubricant would probably leak into her panties on the way home and to have me rub it on my penis and it might help with my E.D. She took off her panties and the crotch was soaked and her pussy was all sticky and her pubes were matted. I told her I loved seeing her pussy fresh fucked like that especially when I knew a black man with over twice my size had done it. She handed me her panties and told me I had better do what the. He looked across at people who mourned for the man. Carpenter mourned for his country. __________ He stepped down from the train into a hot Miami sun and – with his briefcase still in hand – walked to the taxi stand and grabbed the second cab in the line, then headed off for the Fountainbleu Hotel. Now – more out of latent instinct than for any other reason he could name – he looked out the back of the cab as the station receded, only a family with a couple of kids was left now on the sidewalk.