"Yes." he said softly.By this time, I'd pulled the car to a stop and killed the engine.Mary had swept down on us as we got out of the car. "Oh my dear...!"she said grandly. "How nice that you're finally here! Been lookingforward to it for SUCH a long time." With that, she gave me a kiss- just a little closer to the mouth and a little longer thanpropriety dictates, as I shuddered with pleasure, imagining thecoming week.She turned to Charles. "Darling! How nice of you to come visit!What a pretty. Then the phone rings and you snap back out of your dream world of passion. You look at the clock first, hoping that they'd give up and hang up but they don't. With a sigh you pick up to see what the fucker wants.“I want to see you in my office now,” it's your boss, Mr Jameson. He never does worry about small talk or niceties, he's always straight to the point. Would it kill him to say please though? For a moment you're tempted to tell him where to shove it but it's not worth the hassle.“Right. What are you doing here? he stammered, in a friendly but very surprised tone. Well, just thought Id swing by, Jamie said with a smile, walking over to the desk. She was wearing the tight torn up jeans and a red tank top. She had brought a little sandwich and some chips with a drink that she had made at home and taken with her to school, for the sole purpose of giving to John. Thought you might like some lunch! John didnt really know what to say. Heeey, well, thats really nice of you. Um, not. “Why not?” he asked. “You need something that won’t cook you, and I have these.”“What about a shirt?” she asked.He pulled his T shirt off and extended it to her.“But you were just wearing that!” she moaned.“I guess you could go back home and change into something else,” he said.Erica felt frustration eating at her again. She didn’t want to look incompetent in front of this stupid man. Hadn’t she just told him she didn’t have anything to wear while building sets?“Oh all right!” she said,.