She pulled herself together and set her resolve. She would go home at lunchtime and confront the little weasel!Jennifer looked up and saw that a middl...-aged man in a business suit was sitting across from her staring intently at her legs. In her distressed state she had allowed her skirt to ride up and her legs to spread far enough apart to reveal the dark bands of her control-top pantyhose and her white satin panties under the dark nylon gusset. The man had an obvious erection tenting the front. She giggled and we started talking. She told me about herself, and she was a pretty interesting girl. She told me she loves to party (obviously) and smoke weed. I haven't smoked in about 2 years, but I asked her if she wanted to smoke before we got to her place. We found a dealer and smoked for a little. Eventually we walked to her dorm, opened the door to her room, and immediately starting hooking up again. I was feeling really good at this point, and she was looking amazing. I threw her on. "Do you have a minute, Boss?" What's up?" I have a mission proposal that you'll probably want to turn down." Come in and tell me what you want to do."Gloria restacked the contents of the least-burdened chair and sat down. "You remember the mission with the equations, the ones that got them off the planet and all the other good stuff?" The one where you killed that creep with the knife? Yeah, I remember."Gloria said, "Well, the guy we gave the equations to didn't do too well, personally. He and. She could hear voices too, people yelling and laughing; she thought she could hear music as well. She crossed the street against the light and went up to the next street, which was named Broadway. She looked down Broadway toward the noise and was pleased to see a huge sign several hundred feet away, all lit up and dazzling in the night: The Silverstone. It was obviously a nightclub."Eureka," Rory said to herself.She crossed Ninth Street and started down the sidewalk toward the Silverstone. .