"Will was steaming. "It's not a privilege, I need it for work, Bruce!That's one of my sources for getting pricing, and watching the marketeach day. ...hat am I supposed to do about that?"Bruce really didn't know what Will did for his job. He honestly didn'tknow, or care, what most people did. He just knew he didn't like it whenhe heard from the board of directors that there was a problem, so hedecided to act "like a boss." If you can't do your job, maybe we should get someone in here who. She didn’t know why he hooked his finger against the front of her vagina the way he did and was thrilled at the pleasure his fingertip created as it massaged her g-spot, something she hadn’t even known to exist. Had it not been for the daylight in the parking lot crowded with high school neckers they would have been fucking.They met for cokes on Thursday night and ended up at the same spot again where under cover of darkness they sat in the back seat of the car. There it was much easier for. “Hmm,” he said after a moment. “That’s the best part of seventy miles to that point. Twenty of that before they even get onto the M6.”“Something like.” Wardle frowned. “But with the restrictions on travel these days due to fuel shortages...” he trailed off, then looked at Quinnell. “Let me know if you hear anything new. I’ll get on to Brigade HQ, but I suspect whatever monkeys they have hanging around there will already know, and my guess is will already have passed on the news.”“Yes sir. Very. I had to adjust the side view mirror but I was ready to go. I slowly removed my throbbing and absently stroked it while I watched the side door of the bank for Susan. I watched as other bank employees left, men and women, some went one way an others left in little groups. Where the hell was she at? I began to wonder. It was almost 5:30 before I saw her leave with someone I presumed was the bank manager (he seemed the type- balding and middle aged with a little paunch). They chatted for a.