Mike was a sweet guy, and I couldn't deny Ifelt some attraction towards him, but was he my type? Did I havea type? And if I did, what was it? I had no...answers for these questions.Entering the main conference room, I glanced briefly at the new painting on the end wall. It showed the senior partners asthey used to be, as Messrs Carter, Finch, & Rabin, and had beencommissioned post-Genderwave, the artist working from theirdescriptions until he achieved likenesses they approved of. Withall photos. Crystal blue eyes gazing directly into his startled him for a moment. Her gaze was fearless, but interested.“Beer,” he nodded, trying to be disinterested in her. He watched her slim rear end move seductively from side to side as she walked to the bar to get his drink. Moments later she returned, drink in hand.“Anything else I can get you?” she asked, smiling down at him, her distracting blue eyes gazing into his soul again.“No, thanks,” he said, dismissing her. He tried to place her accent,. The sweep of forehead which went up without interruption of any kind at all. In fact, the loss of hair must have been more considerable for Sweetness than for her. Sweetness’ hair had previously been quite long, often obscuring most of her face and much of her neck and shoulders. Sharon’s hair, by contrast, had not obscured very much at all, and after the haircut administered by Primrose had been relatively short already. But short was not at all the same as bald. The shave wasn’t the last. And then she moved a little closer to my body and started to play with my nipples again while saying, "I think, I will make sure that you are very horny before the maid arrives." You bitch!" I said jokingly.And then she slapped my nipple with her hand, it made me gasp from the sudden pain that I felt, and she said, "You better behave, or I start doing other things with you." And what else would you do?" I asked to provoke her.She pinched my nipple and it made me gasp again, and then she said,.