” She looked at me for a minute, a petulant look on her face, and asked, “What is wrong with these people, Mr. Apiary? Why do they treat me so ba...ly?” “What’s wrong with them!?” I exclaimed. “What’s wrong with you!?” “There’s nothing wrong with me!” she retorted. “Yeah, nothing that a good hard spanking and a good hard fuck wouldn’t cure!” Did I really just say that out loud? “What was that?” The dam was broken. “You’re an eighteen-year old major bitch, and a first-class prick-tease, and. Then came the project escalation and I stayed most of the time at the office.Once, my colleague was in his cabin and I went inside to give him some papers. He called me to his side to look into his computer. So I went and stood by his side. I took a chance and slightly bent down and unbuttoned a few buttons on my shirt without him knowing.Since I was wearing a pushup bra, my breasts were juggling and they were pushing out. I gave him a few glances of my cleavage and my nipples started getting. The airport. I was meant to pick her up at the airport at six. I checked, the plane arrived okay, on time. But Jill wasn’t there. No sign of her. None at all. I tried calling, but it’s gone straight to voicemail. I texted, no reply. What the fuck have you done, Dave? What have you done?” he shouted, his face now inches from mine, looking like he was about to lift me up by the lapels in a fit of desperate anger.“Callan, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Everything you’ve said is news to. And wait for Mandy to be in touch.I went to my room and lay in bed to get some rest. I’d switched my phone off while Deborah was in the house so that we wouldn't be disturbed. Now I switched it on and there were several unread messages, all from Mandy.I quickly called her."Hi mom," she answered in a sad tone.“Mandy, are you alright?" I asked, happy to hear her voice. "Yes, I am. I'm fine.” "Well, where are you? Won't you come home so we can talk?" I asked, one hand on my chest."I was so angry.