The tight and short pencil skirt seemed too short all of a sudden and her blouse too low cut to be appropriate, but there was nothing she could do abo...t it.“The drawer to my desk seems stuck. Normally I guess I could call maintenance, but I thought I would ask if you could fix it first.Maggie cleared her throat and circled around the desk and got on her hands and knees to crawl underneath and check the drawer he was talking about. She wiggled around a bit trying to get the right visual on the. I turned, back to the door and again caught my stomach churning and my vagina convulsing. What was I doing? I took another deep breath, turned, and slowly opened the door to him. He looked lost and didn’t know what to do so I quietly said, “Please, won’t you come in?” And slowly, without saying anything, he did.We both then were standing there, totally at a loss for words. “Umm…” he stuttered. “Oh, Uh… Please, have a seat,” I motioned to my single chair in my tiny living room of this. Beatrice touched Frankie’s massive forearm and he felt a small surge of warmth flow through his arm and to his chest. He took a deep breath. He looked over at Beatrice and her bright blue eyes sparkled in her pretty face. He felt himself calming down.“Thank you, Miss B.” Frankie said.“You are welcome Frankie. You will have your moment, although Tony is mine. The foreman at the bar will need some attention, I am sure you will be able to make yourself feel better.” Beatrice said, her hand. It was that time. They had been planning it out for the last two weeks and it was finally here, mom and dad’s anniversary. Mom, dad, Aunt Lisa, Jim, and Marie were all taking a cruise on a luxury ship, leaving us kids to fend for ourselves, which we were completely fine with. Rita and I were upstairs helping mom pack what seemed like thirty different outfits. Dad probably had a small bag or two and would be done in five minutes or so with plenty of time to spare, with mom and Aunt Lisa on the.