”“Some of them broke the law,” Dexter said.Eric said, “They are all lawyered up, so who knows.”“I bet Daimler is happy about that,” Dext...r said sarcastically.Eric said, “He wants to talk to you this afternoon.”Dexter had never wanted to get involved in the Daimler mess. He had mentioned putting a couple of guys into management positions thinking that Ed Daimler would take care of it. Instead, Daimler had turned it around and given Dexter the problem. The old man was pretty convincing.Dexter. Why don't you take a shower. I'll make you a breakfast fit for a king." With that she stood and walked to the door. She turned and saw Gregg lying there with his monster hard on and a little boy's pout on his face.A momentary pang went through Heather's body, some distant memory, before she shrugged it off and left for the kitchen.Gregg rubbed his face with his hands and then sat up. He caught a whiff of himself and agreed: a shower was more than necessary. The odor of sex and chlorine filling. After taking a shower and feeding Miss Cat, I fixed myself some breakfast. I ground up some fresh Columbian beans and used my French press to make coffee. I diced up some potatoes and melted queso blanco and added cilantro and rolled it all up in a tortilla. I topped it with green chile. While I added heavy cream to my steaming cup of coffee, my phone meowed with a text message. Hmmm, my new neighbor. It’s only 8:50 am. She’s an early riser, lol.I read the text:Hey Sarah, it’s Joy, your new. Boom-ba-boom-ba-boom. She had been standing in the aisle near me when the mob of sports fans got on the train. The crush of bodies pushed her back until she was standing directly in front of me. She was wearing a flared knee length black skirt and a thin pink tank top. The red straps peeking out hinted at the lace bra she wore under it. I was looking at her ass, wondering what kind of underwear she had on, when someone shoved their way into the train at the last second. That caused a ripple.