They didn’t even fulfill the criteria for a reportable injury, but I reported them, anyway. We’ve had only minor stoppages and most of those were ...reventative maintenance before something broke down. Yet, I get a summons to the front office. That always means an ass chewing, but be damned if I can figure what I’ve done – or not done.“So now you know why I called you in. You’ll be in charge while I’m gone.”“Oh, shit,” the assistant muttered under his breath. “What if that rich guy and his women. She called it the parlor, I remembered with a small smile. Then she got up, retrieved two bottled waters from the fridge, and came back, putting one carefully down on a coaster on the coffee table between her chair and the couch, where I sat. She was as nervous as a proverbial long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs."John..." she paused, waiting for ... maybe divine intervention?"Just start at the beginning. Whatever it is that's bothering you, it'll be okay," I said, hoping that I. Frankie did not see the flash or had any way to look outside. Michelle and I were both looking forward. Michelle was looking out the drivers viewing port and I was looking through the gunner's scope searching for any possible targets. That's when Frankie started yelling and freaking out. "WHO THE FUCK triggered the "Kill Switch!" Frankie screamed. Michelle and I looked at each other with puzzled looks on our faces.Then out of nowhere Michele and I felt very warm and horny. We started taking our. My hands seemed to move on their own to grab her ass and before I knew it my thumbs were running along her slit. She seemed surprised and aroused, and backed away again after a moment, teasing me with her body. I told her she was going to have to give me more than that if she was serious about this case, and she seemed to take my meaning well. She hopped up on my desk with her hands on the edge and dangled her legs, watching me with a soft smile as I untied my shoes and removed.