"Not important!" Robbie sputtered. "We could have set a camera up in Parker's office. His face during that call would be worth everything he's put us ...hrough over the last three-and-a-half years."Tami pulled herself out of my grasp and stood up. "I may not like Mr. Parker, but I don't think we have to enjoy watching his life come apart."Robbie started to say something, but I caught her eye and shook my head. Parker may have brought most of this on himself, but to revel in it brought us down to. She tore into the box like a small child on Christmas morning. Her eyes went wide in disbelief as there beneath the packing material she found a new computer and printer. Sara had acquired a few basic computer skills when she had to work with them occasionally at the art school, and thought they could be fun toys to play games on but she couldn't imagine why on earth Jenna and Rick would send her one.Sara opened the enclosed card and smiled as she read it, "Congratulations on graduating art. "Only in this box." was all he could come up with. She looked behind the TV and couldn't for the life of her figure out how he got those little people into that box. He had to explain that they weren't really people, but pictures of people. She still didn't understand but if he wasn't worried about those little people, she wouldn't either. "How thoughtless of me!" he exclaimed, "you must be starving!" He ordered some food from the hotel restaurant and a few minutes later the hotel bellboy. I don't know if I yelped or not, but next second I was bouncing up and down in my seat as I shot into my pants, again and again and again, and I don't know if I was moaning or what, but afterwards as I was subsiding, I was thinking 'this is it, I'm going to be a laughing stock, my life will be hell, they'll call me all sorts of names, like pervert, I'll lose my job....', but nobody was even looking at me, or the stage for that matter. They were all talking amongst themselves, loudly, oblivious.