Little by little my infatuation grew.It was 1978. I'll never forget the shirts she used to wear, the stripes accentuating her petite bust. The flared ...ants that climbed her long legs up to her gorgeous behind. Straight brown hair hanging past her shoulders. I watched her from my vantage in the back row, among the other trumpet players. Of course in time my mooning was noticed, and the guys in the brass section (and for some reason it was only guys, just as almost all the woodwinds were girls). Or you can swap away from the tone protection scheme and go with something, frankly, that is several decades more modern, configurable and responsive."And an old engineer who says, "Nikki Granger, if they buy into that based on YOUR recommendations, I'm gonna go shoot myself. I've said the same thing."She smiled and said, "I was willing to bet you did. This isn't rocket science." Yeah, it is," the old guy said. "To the people who dole out the money, I could be writing recommendations in. " In a minute." Myra said. "Let me try."She tapped Marybeth on the shoulder and indicated that she should getoff the ottoman. Then Myra sat in front of Bob. She looked at him witha huge smile on her face."Hiiiiiii, Bobby!" She sang. Bob thought that she sounded like ababysitter meeting a new client. "Aren't you the prettiest little thingtoday? Yes, you are!" and she pinched his nose.Finally, she got to point. "Ok, Bobby. The time has come for you to actlike a big girl and tell Auntie Myra the. She stopped going to hotel bars to pick-up strangers. She tried to be good for a while but she just could not control her itch. It wasn’t long before she was fucking her supervisor and her supervisor’s boss. She told me they would call her into her office and tell her to close and lock the door. When she heard the words “close and lock the door” her pussy would get wet. When she went to parties of her co-worker she would pick one guy out and leave with him. She stopped having multiple.