He wasn't accepting excuses. She was late, and he was angry."You realize I am going to have to punish you. You need to start thinking ahead and perhap... leave a little earlier just in case there's something that alters your route. It is better to be a little early and wait in the lobby a few minutes than to be late." Yes, Sir." So what kind of punishment do you think being late warrants? What do you do to an employee that shows up late, Julie?" he asked."We write them up and dock their pay for. She struggled. She knew it wasn'tgoing to make any difference, but at least she had the consolation of the curveof the hook rubbing her clitoris, especially when she kicked her legs. Currents tugged at her, then fish brushed against her. Something tickledher feet. A small mouth closed over one of her toes, then she felt a suddenpain as its teeth bit hard into her toe, and she knew it was gone. Oh Lord!there was even more blood in the water now. When she felt a sharp biting nibbleat her left. Mine was red.I was hoping, in a way, that we would be at a larger table with more guests. The four of us were very familiar with each other, so assuming we all agreed to avoid business talk, I wondered what topics were open. I didn't sit as I set Rita's wine down. I was looking around the room and saw a number of people I knew. That gave me an idea."Rita, would you like to come with me? I want to introduce you to some people I know."She looked surprised, but quickly agreed. I held her chair as. I brought it out and kept it on. Occasionally, there was someone of interest. Usually it was someone that Cynthia had as a client, though I could never tell for sure. Looking for such nuggets kept me sane. Eventually, the line ran out. One of the last ones through was Lars Gunter.I could already tell he had designs on Jo. Her reaction made it obvious she was aware of his interest. Who would have thought? Jo put out that she was lesbian. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife. Jo had no.