I'll ask Julie, perhaps I can help her for a while."Ms. White looked a little funny, "My regular secretary is always snowed under. Are you sure you've...done everything?" Come on out and help me look. I think I've done everything, but I might have missed where more work is kept."Ms. White came out to my desk, looked in the drawers and looked at the work pending file cabinet. All my in boxes were empty. My transcription files were complete and all of the weekly reports that were due Monday were. If he was honest it was also a treat just to see her make her coffee with usually tight fitting black trousers on which showed her arses shape to perfection.Although good friends nothing had ever ignited between them even when they both supported one another through their divorces.He had started to loose patience with her somewhat in that she had started to throw herself in to having a more active social life with late nights on weekdays too which often made her late for work.He felt that she. I raise my eyebrow with a smirk and Kelly smiles back then looks away when another student comes in. Throughout the class, Kelly makes a point of looking at my legs every three minutes. Which sounds like an exaggeration but I promise it is not. When it is time for us to hand in our essays I write a little note in a folded piece of paper and staple it to my essay. "No panties, if you were wondering", reads the note. When she reaches my row I put it on top and smile as I hand the pile to her.. The ninety-minute drive to Sharon's went quickly; the holiday traffic wouldn't hit until afternoon, and when Sue pulled into Sharon's driveway it was just before noon. In front of the house was an old beat up pickup, cluttered with landscaping paraphernalia: lawn mowers, rakes, collected tree branches and tools. The truck looked like it had seen more than a little action backing or banging into the trees which were a big part of its business.Sue rang the bell and heard soft footsteps on the.