The next day, I used the aluminium dinghy with the small outboard to reach the warehouse and was met at the jetty by Turk and an nervous looking Bruce...Smith. Bruce seemed to have recovered from his ordeal at Turk's hands. The ultra-short haircut suited him. Nor did he seem particularly hostile to Turk. Perhaps he was the forgiving sort. I thought I must remember to ask Turk what had happened between them.On the way to the warehouse, with its protected floors served by the latest in hi-tech. " I promise," he said reasurringly, as he took her into his arms.When he kissed her, he put one arm around her shoulder, and theother he put on her ass, just like she had done. I hoped that hewould talk her into fucking; I would love to see those tits.Ralph began to slip his hand up her blouse, but he kept kissingher so that would not notice. She did not seem to mind. Then Isaw him trying to undo her bra strap. I think at that point I wasmore apprehensive about his success than he. I'm sure they won't mind bagging up your other clothes so you can wear the new dress now."Helen seemed happy to comply, and after I'd arranged the second mortgage to pay for it, we both headed for a restaurant for some much needed refreshment. If she had been attracting glances before, then it was blatant stares that were directed at her now. All eyes seemed to be on us as we entered the restaurant on the top level of the shopping centre. We sat at a corner table and the waitress took our order. " I said shortly."What do you want me to do," she said."It's almost noon. I want you to get out of that bed, take a shower and get your butt ready to work. Osborn I like you but I will have no qualms about firing you, if you prove to be of no use to me. You do not hold a passenger ticket on this train." I said."Whatever," she said.That is when I started to fume. "What the fuck is wrong with you. Are you on drugs or something?" I asked."You are just being a bitch. It's like Ron said, you are.