The guy's holed up in a second floor office. Try to get Superman to come." Okay," I say, "I'll..." But Lois has already hung up. Two offices down from...mine, I hear her door pop open, followed by the rapid click of her heels going down the hall. I glance around. Nobody is looking. Typing at superspeed, I quickly finish the story I'm working on and forward it to the City Desk. Insisting on a silent "clickless" keyboard for my terminal has made things a lot easier sometimes. Casually, I stand up. I had already turned the sign hanging on the door to show, 'In conference', a kind of coded warning to others, he was busy with a student, and did not want to be disturbed.'Clasp your hands behind your head', he ordered, 'Feet shoulder width apart', he continued, breathing heavily as his hand was doing something unspeakable below the desk and behind the pile of books, just in front of him.'Give me a good reason why I should not cane you', he asked softly, I had no answer, the g****vine had. Er the me I was.God, this is making no sense, just act natural." Natural?" Would you stop, this is hard enough as it is!"Bridget couldn't help laughing softly at Kevin's obvious discomfort.This was a fitting pay back for Kevin's having set her up that morningwith Maebh and Deirdre for some "girl" talk, while he worked out withJake. Kevin held the heavy oak door open for Bridget who smiled andstepped into the dim interior. The first thing Bridget noticed wasthat the floor was made up of a dark. Sighing, she continued down to her flat belly, enjoying the heat and the tingles shooting through her body. She closed her eyes as her hands moved to the tops of her thighs. The only sounds on the deserted beach were the waves lapping at the sand ,a few hungry gulls flying overhead and her breathing. Her fingers brushed lightly over her pussy and her thighs parted a little more. She stroked the partly swollen lips and dipped her oily finger into her wetness, then added another. Raising her hips.