It was like a plain metal cube, but with some strange symbols on the top. No handles, no hinges, no seams. Mary's call jolted me back to reality. W... had to get going; it was a long drive back home. Not sure exactly what I had, I tucked it under one arm and strode easily back to the car. I tucked it into the trunk, then finished loading our luggage.It was a couple of days after we got home that I finally had time to look at the box. Being a guy, I tried every tool I had to open it or drill. The deadline was in 3 weeks and I just set the project back another 2 weeks. There's no way it'll be finished on time now. He looked like he could hit me now. The only thing saving me was that this was my very first mistake.I explained how my girlfriend wasn't working and we need the money. He said "Why isn't she working? What did she work at?" I explained how she used to be a secretary. Alan told me his secretary is going on maternity leave next week and he'll need someone. I wouldn't be. When I was five Dad taught me to read — I read everything. I knew the difference between sloe gin and gin when I was six. I read the labels. I taught Cindy to read; Dad said girls didn't need to know but I loved Cindy and wanted to share with her. We looked for hours at the labels for Rye Whisky and Bourbon Whisky — searching for the mysterious, elusive difference. Sometimes Dad thought a bottle was empty but it was not... Cindy and I shared. We liked the sloe gin the best.Then came the day. Of. I circled the block and pulled up to him as he was walking down the street. I thought Kimmy would like some roll play so I asked if she needed a lift. Kimmy fell right into character, acting like a girl in distress who needed a lift and would be most grateful. I'll be honest, my cock hardened in my pants. I drove around the corner to a dark parking lot and Kimmy said, "let me thank you" and put his/her head in my lap and began to undo my pants. My cock sprang out and Kimmy went down on me. His.