I hadn’t had this feeling before, my body stiffened and a tingling ran up my legs.‘He couldn’t mean me’, I thought, a 3 foot nobody.I take pri...e in my appearance and make sure to be presentable to my mistress but surely he couldn’t be after ME.I protested, all the while growing hotter, my face rosy pink.“I have a gift for you, Toad, you must have been so lonely in here.”The man undid his overalls and dropped them to the floor, his erect manhood all but visible beneath his white briefs.He was. He told me you were a great saleswoman for my company, not to mention a delightful companion for the drive home. He went on to say that I was one lucky man." Did he really say that?" she asked. Her interest was perked up. "It was nothing. Your two businesses are a good match; I barely had to sell the idea." I was selling you and your firm to him. I think he's considering using your firm with future projects. Just make sure that you get the credit if he does. You've earned it." Yeah," she. When it was over I said, "Time for bed, girls."Cindy said, "They have a bedtime?" What we have," Jamie replied, "is the desire to do anything he tells us. If he says its bedtime, we will go to bed. And if you close the door to your room and put your head under your pillow, you might believe that we are sleeping." She kissed Cindy on the forehead and walked towards the stairs. We followed in a little procession; me, Becky, Chrissy. Cindy trailed in the rear, and we separated when we reached the. Henderson looked at Uncle Craig carefully. "You would not be doing that?" No, once Tom has signature authority, it will be up to him to decide who will administer the portfolio. In the meantime, I want him to deal with you."I saw the gleam in Mr. Henderson's eye; I mentally shook my head. I didn't like him either."What's an account executive?" I asked."The individual at the bank who would supervise the handling of your portfolio," Mr. Henderson told me."Think of them for the next few weeks as.