”“I’m not much for make-up. I thought you figured that out by now.”“I was hoping you’d say that. I was thinking that maybe you were marsha...ling your funds...”“Oh, yeah ... Denizens of women’s shelters are all about financial choices.”“Don’t be mean,” I said. “I’m not a big fan of all that goop anyway. But no. You’ll see that most of the females you’ll meet today are of similar opinion. And your face is more than adequate.”“I’ve always wanted to be adequate,” she smirked.“Oh, dammit! You know. I'll see if I can get her to confide in me."I picked up my coffee and went out and sat in Jenny's chair. After a while, I could just about hear that Jenny had got Sheila talking. But I could not make out what was being said.Then Jenny came out of my office and said, "John, we need to be somewhere private!"I was confused; my office is private. No one can see inside when the door is closed. But, if Jenny wanted somewhere more private; I suggested the conference room!"No, more private than that!. What brings you over here this afternoon? Missing out on the usual cribbage game?" he laughed, and then coughed a deep, hacking cough."Yah, well, you know me. I can't resist relieving you of your pension money." You wish!" Walter wheezed.It was the typical banter of two friends who had known each other for the eight years that Brent had been employed at Mountain Pine. When Walter was the purchasing manager for their largest client, he and Brent had hit it off very early on, as Brent was anxious. You know what to expect.”Katie did know and she was thrilled. She put the milk away and made her way to the bedroom as quickly as dignity would allow. In the bedroom she changed into lace panties, a bra and a silk slip she knew Mark would approve of. Doing this heightened her anticipation, her pussy started to ache in arousal. She tried to lie out patiently on the bed, listening all the while for clues as to when Mark might join her in the bedroom. After a few minutes there had still not.