Boy do I caw-caw at her. "If I'd known what was in your genes," I squawk, "I'd never have tried to get in your jeans." I'm joking of course. Sort of. ...here's a hell of a jewel down in those pants, but the wrappings and trappings that aren't cotton kind of give me the shivers. It's a toss up. They both drive me crazy, but in entirely different ways of the phrase.See, the thing is that there's a million of them. That's okay. All of them are really close. That can be okay. But hardly any of them. ”“The affidavit in here says otherwise.”“But...”“I am recommending that you watch the tape on hostile workplace again, and sign the form stating that you’ve been given additional training.”Once again, Gale protested her innocence, “I didn’t do anything. I never made any racist statements. I don’t say things like that.”“Remember that you are on probation.”“I didn’t say anything wrong.”“If you’ll come with me, I’ll take you to the training area.”Gale followed behind Peter as he led her through. I told her about the landlords and was about to say her bye, she asked me suddenly that she need some water. I allowed her to come in and asked her to sit on sofa. I went to kitchen and given water. She was watching on me carefully. We start talking generally about family and all. She told me that her hubby is working and come late in night and leave early in the morning. I watch her carefully and she is in early 30’s and has nice pair of assets. She was wearing top and lower and I had a view. I took a sip of my wine and looked up. Standing before me was ClaraMorrow, the girl I had a crush on all through high school. She hadrejected my every attempt to ask her out. And now, and now the goddess ofmy dreams was standing before me as if I was a hors d'oeuvre on a tray.I was grinning nervously as I said, "Hi Clara," I sipped my wine. "I'msure that you might not remember me from school." I paused. "I'm MichelleConnors."Clara's smile was wide and almost wolf like as she said, "Michelle,".