You try and control your breathing, forcing your eyes closed, trying to ready yourself to sleep.But something compels you to open them.Something in a ...ibrant green dress, something with skin as porcelain as the finest doll in the world. "Do not sleep yet, kind sir, I fear you are the last who can help me." As she drifts towards you with a commanding gaze. "Who I am is unimportant, and explaining this in a way that would make any sense would take longer than we have." She kneels beside you,. "Why else have one?" I said. "Nasty, absolutely!That's why I'd refer to mine -- if I end up with one -- as my cooze." I've never considered mine as nasty. Although perhaps it is?" Shannonsaid somewhat taken back."Shannon," Candace said, "We don't need to bring your vagina into this. But I do think Paul has hit onto something. After all, he wants to be aslut so his view may be very insightful."Lauren said, "You may be right, Candace, but that leads me to ask this. Paul, from the standpoint of. “Sorry, sir. Distracted I guess.”“Quite honestly, I don't give a rat’s fuckin’ ass about your distractions! We have a goddamn quota to meet an—”I feel the weight of every set of eyes in the room staring at me as he continues his spit-flying rant. And I just sit there and take it all.It’s not that I don’t care, the job is pretty killer. Corner office overlooking the city, a personal assistant who had just graduated junior college with an ass that can melt the polar ice caps, and a salary and. In the morning we shared an unhurried breakfast and she got ready to go and help Alicia with the move as promised, while I prepared to go to Uncle Albert's.Just after Wendy had left, the phone rang. It was Fran. I could tell right away that she had recovered her poise after her astonishment the previous night. In fact, she thanked me for the demonstration: "It was very impressive." She also brought me up to date on last night's developments after I left. At about eleven o'clock, Manlio had rung.