She was always so convinced she was "fat and ugly"--or "fatandugly," as she used to say it, as if it were one word--she never wore anything but frumpy... shapeless old-lady dresses, muumuus and caftans and dumpy-looking housedresses. All her nightgowns were flannel and floor-length, and boring as hell. I was grateful she liked to make love naked with the lights on. At first, that was about the only time I got to see her that way, then and when we showered together...Um. Sorry. I just started. Although a grandmother in herearly fifties, Dr Harrison had mostly avoided the ravages of age andmatronly spread, with the exception of her abundant bosom. The casualobserver would probably consider her attractive, while her subordinatesknew her to be a motivated perfectionist and task-master (mistress?)extraordinaire.There had been no hint of any test results, so I gripped Loren's clammyhand in the large windowed corner office with shared worry and anxietyobvious in our expressions. The wait. She wiggled a little as she sat down. I gulped some air as I realized a bare, wet pussy was wiggling on my fingers. Rachel wiggled a little more then raised up and slipped my hand out from under her before sitting back down. “Does Santa think he can guess what I want?” All I could say was “Ho, ho, ho. I hope it’s not a candy cane.” “Well, Liz and Heidi tell me Santa hides a really special one in his boxers,” Rachel whispered lustily. “I even set the sign at 7:30 instead of 7:00 so you’d have. "I'll be there bright or early," I added with a grin.As I was a little drunk that night, what I just said was accurate. Ididn't know if I could get into work on time or if I did make it earlywould I have a hangover? Either of those two scenarios seemed to occurtoo often lately. The result this time was two hours late. I stayedlate to make up the time, but my boss, Carole gave me a lecture again.Working together is a plus. We work in a bank call center sellingproducts on the customer's credit.