Now I still have to finish my remaining beer and a half, but it looks like you will be my slave tomorrow!" Damn. Damn you! This sucks." Relax, it is g...ing to be a blast. I have so much in store for you, Miranda. I have been dying to take you for a walk on the kinky side, and tomorrow you will explore new horizons of sexuality."She finally finished her second beer, and leisurely drank the third one while I sat and wondered what she had in store for me as a sex slave. I knew that she had friends. Perfect bow lips - not too thick or thin - an expressive face, an easy smile. Their eyes had locked when they were introduced before the start of the meeting and Helen began mentally undressing him about two seconds later. His wide shoulders and arms were so muscular, they threatened to rip his shirt and a not so accidental brushing of his thigh told her that his legs were just as enticing. His ass was the sort of thing that made nuns weep.Finally - finally! - the meeting took a 30minute break. For a boss, he wasn’t bad at all. He was a man happy with what he was doing. In a way she envied him, and part of her hoped that she’d be able to find her own place where she could be passionate about her work and make a great living. She thanked him as she took the whimsy flavored snow cone.“So tell me about this new job you’re interviewing for, it’s exciting.”She smiled, “Well, it’s with the consulting firm, they do marketing analytics, hr policy revamps, operations optimization, pretty much. "Tell me how you could just up and leave all that money sitting there? Iwant to strangle you! I thought I knew you, I never realized how selfishyou could be. I'm so disappointed in you for not considering your familybefore you beat feet and left that fortune sitting there. Think whatthat money would mean for me and the children. You selfish bastard!"Then she tapped the picture threateningly and added, "Or looking at yourportrait maybe bitch is more appropriate."George was flabbergasted, his.