.. bangs andhair, permed to just cover my ears, and curl under each side and back.That way, I could wear several fall stylish hats. Store manager Cha...les,would stop by each day and "check-out" the progress of Supervisor Nancy'splans. He did not ask, but told Nancy that I should be the featuredmodel! Of course, he wanted me to model the most expensive, the mostrevealing, and the sexiest outfits in the show! He also told Nancy that Iwas to be provided with any accessory, jewelry, make-up, hair. Sales were low nationally, and our R & D department here wasn't doing a lot of developing. Rumors of downsizing and reorganization spread like a grass fire. This evening at the country club was in his honor, attendence by us peons manditory.Brad's speech was on duty, production, organization, and corporate loyalty. It was a mixture of pep talk and veiled threats. He had my full attention. I needed my job, for a while longer, badly. I was way out on a financial limb. I had no formal position in. "Thanks Mate!" My meetings went poorly, i haven't had any "real food" in a month. Let's not even discuss the lack of sex, i'm jet lagged and pissed off. My entire body exudes frustration and exhaustion. I just want to be left alone to decompress from a month of shit. My Man gets off the sofa and leaves the room. I lay gratefully with my eyes closed and fester, trying to relax and put the shit of travel behind me. I hear Him upstairs. He has been gone for a while. I weakly and go upstairs to. ‘Strickland, you know you aren’t allowed within 500 feet of a school. What are you doing here?’ she continued. ‘This violates your parole. I can run you straight back to prison. Is that what you want?’ He looked back at her from over his shoulder. ‘I wasn’t doing anything but eating my lunch. Can’t a man have a little lunch outside on a day like this without the cops harassing him?’ Gibson had just finished checking his pockets when she looked up at his face. ‘Yeah, a man can, Strickland. But.