There was no stopping her work focus.There was no stopping you either. You are behind her as she wipes the table for the last time. The bitch bringing...up the woods shine. Your hands just go greedily onto her cute nylon covered butt cheeks under her short dark skirt. Fuck this is work place sexual harassment and you know you will need a new job tomorrow...Georgia just goes: “Ooh” and pushes her bubble butt into your massaging hands. You are surprised and keep going, rubbing and grabbing her. . yes that's me," she said. She took in the rest of the man who had just spoken. Good Lord, she thought, he looks like a soap opera star. Bret Harrington was tall, thirtyish and gorgeous. He had full, dark hair, a square jaw and dimples. His lean frame was dressed in khakis, a denim shirt, navy blazer and a pair of expensive looking loafers. As they shook hands, his eyes wandered down to her chest.Caught you looking, thought Nancy. "My dad couldn't make it," she said as they walked their way. After the shower and breakfast; Mel showed Doug his clothes and asked him to get ready for being dropped home. In the car both thanked each other and Mel made sure, he got Doug to promise that Sunday afternoon; he could be picked up again for another night’s rendezvous and assurance to be dropped at school Monday morning in time for his class. Just before Doug opened the door to get out; Mel pressed his large rough hand on the boy’s hand, passing a $ 100/= bill there to keep as a payment or a. I slid out of bed and crept towards my door. A lifetime of training made me pick up my bathrobe and wrap it around me as I walked past it. I eased my door open as quietly as I could and then I bolted down the hallway to The Parents’ room.Inside their room, I hurried to Dad’s side of the bed. I grabbed Dad’s shoulder and shook it.“Dad! Wake up!” I whispered. I shook his shoulder again.Dad made a “Gah” sort of sound and launched himself about three feet into the air. He landed in a seated.