And Paul wasn't sure he wanted to go because he wanted to enjoy the open air au naturel or because he just wanted to gawp at naked women, but he was c...mmitted now. He couldn't very well go back without doing what he'd come to do. Even though he'd later have to invent some excuse that he'd been wandering round the markets to justify his absence to Baz and Dave. If they told his other mates back home, well, he'd be laughed out of the Stag and Hounds. And maybe the New Inn and all.Paul followed. “No, surprise me,” I replied. My birthday was a Saturday this year. He had arranged for us to go out with our friends Mark and Helen for dinner and a bit of dancing afterwards.The morning of my birthday I was presented with a box, all wrapped up. Dave had such a wide grin on his face as I unwrapped it. Inside was a matching three-piece set. Black lace bra, g string and suspenders and pair of seamed nylons. They looked stunning, “It’s gorgeous,” I said. With a massive grin, Dave replied, ”glad. " Volunteered the skumbag in the black leather jacket. The burley one in jockey shorts argued, "I'm not taking sloppy seconds again." He looked threateningly at Black Leather Jacket. I guess the guys didn't expect their hired gang-bang to run out on them. As I ducked under the reaching arms of Jockey Shorts and shot out the front door I was looking back to see if they would follow. For some reason they didn't. I was still looking back when I ran into a White Ford Farlane with black. The economic storm that enveloped J.W. Parker & Associates that bright spring morning came without warning clouds or distant thunder. Ellen Walker came into work as usual and found the storm well advanced. The men in dark suits had descended into every corner of the office, they were well in control went she entered. The sale of Parker & Associates, founded 1887, to a financial conglomerate was an accomplished fact before any employees reported for work. At 9:15 a.m. in the main conference room.