Anyway, back to Mary. She was married to a small time lawyer and he was pretty much the town drunk. He would drink, slap her around for a while, and t...en wander off to an empty room to sleep it off. When Mary couldn't stand it any longer, she took "C" and moved in here, that was almost seven years ago. Mary and I hit it off immediately and on those occasions when Mary wanted to go out on a date I would baby-sit C. I have watched C grow up from a little girl into a beautiful woman although she. ” She snuggled over against him and started lightly kissing his lips. Linc’s body was stiff as a board, but her attack was working. Slowly he loosened up, and she pressed her tongue into his mouth. She could tell he had very little experience with this, but she knew he liked it. In fact, she knew he was liking it a lot. Steph carefully gave him on-the-job French kiss training. ‘The dork’s a fast learner,’ she thought.Her mind roamed through details of her plan while they made out. ‘Maybe I can. Solid, reassuring. It had been there for more than 100 years and would remain there for another century at least. Not like him, “ a mortal creature doomed to die” as the phrase went. He started; why the melancholy now ? For him it might be a personal autumn, but it was going to be as prolonged, colourful and enjoyable as he could make it. It wasn’t the first time it had happened; a drop from a truly extreme high leading to a brooding introspection, guilt almost. He grimaced, old habits die. "Hello, Maurice," he said. "Congratulations on your recent promotion. You have moved up very nicely now and have even greater promotion potential within the company, if you play your cards right. Do you know what I mean?" Ahh, no, Mr. Tyndall," replied Maurice. "I'm not exactly sure what you mean by playing my cards right." Maurice was really quite naive."Now that you are an executive, Maurice, please call me Bill."Maurice was surprised at Mr. Tyndall's lack of formality. It was almost always.