The place had not been painted for years. Who knew what the original color was, now the walls just looked dingy, with water stains under the windows. ...he had brightened it up a little, though, with some colorful curtains framing squeaky clean windows. She had always been a neat freak, so the place actually looked tidy. ‘Very compact, Julie. The whole place looks hardly bigger than your bedroom at home. Where on earth do you sleep? On the sofa?’ ‘If you must know there is a Murphy bed that folds. Bartlett said. I said, “Well, maybe I do.” “Can you be at my house about 7:00 AM this Wednesday?” he asked. I said, “Sure, why your house?” “I am going to take your over to the condo the company owns. Not many people know about, it’s used primarily for informal meetings and entertaining. The only person to spend the night there is old man McPhee when he comes to town for a meeting,” he explained. He went on to say, “It’s on the lake, walking distance from my house so you can leave your car at. A move I think she did just to spite me because she loved to bust my balls. This angered me so much that I definitely wanted to plow this girl in the ass now. Quickly, thinking on my feet I asked her when she'd be returning. She said about 4pm. I immediately thought I could sneak out at 3:15 get back at 3:45 and she never know. Heck it was Friday at the end of a busy month and half to sales floor has started drinking anyway. Now our office was expanding and a construction team was doing work on. What she was really doing was finding yet another excuse to pull my hair and cause me extreme pain. When she was done, my head hurt but then she took out a comb and brush and combed the curls out, pulling my hair more."There," she said, swinging the chair around so that I could look in the mirror. "Your hair is very pretty. There's no reason a man can't get a perm, now is there? Although you're quickly becoming a woman, my little Missy." Sissy Missy," stated Amelia matter-of-factly. "Let's get.