The wedding and reception were beautiful. Things were going very smoothly. Janet noticed that she had received several “looks” from the men and a ...ew women had complimented her on her dress. Needless to say, Janet was feeling comfortable.The wedding reception was scheduled to end at 11:00pm and the clock was rapidly approaching 10:00pm. Janet had consumed several drinks, as had Carl and knew that she had only one more hour to wear her outfit and then would never have to hear Carl mention to her. ’ ‘You have one minute to get me to Mr Jack’s office in time for my appointment otherwise heads will roll. I’m the new operations manager.’ ‘Are you sir? Mr Jack is in charge of administrations, not the ops manager.’ ‘Don’t be too sure about what influence I may and may not have ma’am. You lead me to him and run!’ ‘Yes sir!’ Curtis was reading a newspaper, looked up and said, ‘You must be the new ops manager — um, Mr Bolt.’ ‘Correct. Why didn’t reception know I was coming?’ ‘Because I didn’t. This was his second record deal as the first one had gone badly because he was entering puberty and his voice was changing. His rhymes were completely legitimate, but his sound was quite awkward. Now, all was good. She asked to come down to the two-bedroom suite that she was sharing with his two siblings. To be as economical as possible they usually sought out one of TownePlace Suites by Marriot in the area for them and the entourage to stay. He replied back that he would be there. .. actually more like nine-tenths.I know... I know... sick and twisted... but the truth. And again, please don't tell anybody.I mean, she regularly wore pantyhose or thigh highs, the lace tops which I admired on most days when she was home, since her skirts were quite short. I always knew when her period was, because she wore jeans (which made no sense to me except that she obviously didn't feel sexy during that 'god awful punishment God cursed on women' as she called it).Between her and my.