They lady gave Ann the number eight signifying that she had eight articles of clothing inside the changing room stall. Ann walks in behind a curtain a...d follows the hallway as it bends to the left for more privacy. She glances around to see all the stall doors are open indicating no one is inside so she picks the middle room on the right hand side. Ann changes into a white skirt with the matching blouse. She stands in front of the mirror with a disappointed look on her face, obviously not. ”“Oh, I’m good and you know it!” she teased.“I do, Mary, I do!” I chuckled.Ben just shook his head. It reminded me of Pete’s reaction to the way Melanie talked to me. I was glad that both Pete and Ben were good natured about the way their girls behaved with me.“Ben, honey, can I take Steve to his room?” Mary teased.“Mary Harrison!” I exclaimed. “You know I won’t do that even if your boyfriend says OK!”“Then I’ll take both of you to your room!” she giggled.Bethany, Larry and Brent all burst out. As I roll into position, you slide up behind me in a spoon position. I feel your free hand slide over my hipbone and then down to the hem of my mini skirt. You pull the fabric up to my waist. I can feel your thumb hook the top of my lace panties, and I feel you tug them down my thighs and to the top of my knees. Your hand slowly traces my soft skin back up my thighs and stops right over my pussy mound. I let out a quivering breath, waiting for you to pet me. Your mouth kisses my bare shoulder,. I gave it the double-o, and it took but a mo, “Oh.”“Birdie, Ms. Lane asked me to bring you up to speed on Gibraltar Soup.”Huh? I’d been Assistant Account Exec on Gibraltar far longer than Ms. Sloane had even been at BB.“What’s the primary goal of our Gibraltar Soup campaign?”“Sell more soup!” Easy one.Ms. Sloane seemed to sigh and settle down inside herself. If you know what I mean.“Birdie.”“Yes ma’am.”“You do know that soup represents less than five percent of Gibraltar’s net.