Sophie showed up in a similar manner the next day. And just like the day before, she was spanked and dismissed, and they each masturbated privately be...ore moving on with their day.On Friday, Sophie was already in Donald’s office when he got there. She was completely naked, sitting in a chair, fingering her wet pussy.“What the hell are you doing?” he demanded.“Dean Kemp, I know that having sex with you is completely forbidden. But wouldn’t it be more convenient if we both just masturbated here. .. I see. Was it fast?" Faster than he deserved. The medical examiner will probably call it a stroke." Good riddance. The man was a political hack; didn't know a damn thing about how to run an operation like this. Davenport would have been a much better choice, but he's a career agent and politically unacceptable." Well, with a little luck we can influence their next choice. Hell, my Colonel in Saudi could run this place better."Mr. Jones put the pistols away in the hollowed out center armrest. When he walked in, he saw Shannon wearing a robe, holding a spatula over the stove. "I thought you could use a real breakfast," she smiled."You stayed over?" asked a disoriented Whit."Apparently, I'm still here," she smiled as she put the bacon on a plate that already included scrambled eggs and handed it to him."We didn't..."Shannon's face flushed and she became momentarily flustered. "No, of course not!" before softening when she saw his reaction. "I slept on your couch. I found a pillow and. . I'd gotten laid like never before! So maybe it had cleared out all the pipes and let the sunshine in. Or something... Mix your own metaphor.But I couldn't help believing that a little something extra had happened -- something that went a little beyond just my getting laid.Emmy. Emmy was extra.No illusions on my part. Even Emmy wasn't going to make me hit .750, or even half of that. What is half of .750, anyway?... Let's see -- half of .700 would be .350. So then -- .375. No, no, I wasn't.