" Says a robotic female voice.A blue light scans me."Visual recognition complete." Says the robotic voice.There are a few clicks and whirs and then I ...eel the floor start to descend.After a minute there is a ding and the wall in front of me slides open to reveal my office.People move this way and that. Phones ring. People talk.I take off my sunglasses and the light is almost blinding. I have to squint as I step forward to begin my day.I walk by some of my co-workers."Hello Ms. T." Says the. ”“Vostra Santità...”When she looked up, she realised something was wrong.“Oh! Ma cosa è successo? Dov’è Padre Luigi?”“Abbiamo avuto un incidente, ma abbiamo anche trovato un nuovo amico.”“We had an accident, but we have also made a new friend,” murmured Vincenzo behind my back. We all bustled in, because I felt I might lend a hand in putting the almost empty but still rather heavy kettle where it was supposed to be. There was a debate between Sister Rebecca and Father George, of which I. Not long after that I knew he was getting some bedroom action. The smirk on his face told me that. I had wondered just how long it would take him get into Joanne’s panties. That autumn one of our suppliers organised a trade exhibition combined with a ‘gentlemen’s smoking evening’ to be held at a country hotel about one hour’s drive from the office. Knowing that drink would flow freely they had booked rooms for those who wanted them. I was invited and took Dave along with me. The only snag I. Over coffee we sat at her kitchen table. I could not stop looking at her. ‘Do you have any plans for today?’ “Well.’ I said, ‘I guess I’d better get home and change at some point – I only have the evening dress that I wore last night.’ ‘Tell you what; why don’t I drive you home and you can change, then a bit later and we’ll go out to dinner together?’ I said I’d love that. We ate toast and then while I showered she got dressed in a knee length skirt and blouse and then sat and watched me put.