Ken and Gary were really getting into this getting slathered up with sunscreen by the girls. I can't say it was unpleasant, either.I also had Mom get ... post office box for the company for our permanent address, well at least until we need to actually have offices. But that got me to thinking so I contacted Pam Anderson at the bank and asked if there was any office space available in the bank building for our new company, but there wasn't anything available in their building.However, the bank. I’m so scared!Me: Hahaha!Abigail: Hahaha! How do you call that?Me: Call what?Abigail: The way you just lost. Destruction? Total annihilation?Me: Hahaha! Very funny. We had 600 more meters to go.Abigail: You said you would win, you lost.Me: That’s true I guess. You should slow down, you were going too fast.Abigail: Are you worried about me?Me: Of course I am.Abigail: That’s so sweet! Ok, I’ll take it easy.Me: Thank you!Abigail: So how do you like the bike?Me: I love it! It’s awesome!Abigail:. I was hard and poking out. I was sure glad I didn't have any other meetings for the day. I started to wonder if that picture was just taken or perhaps he waited to send it. What happen? Did they fuck? Will Clifton tell me everything?I had another hour to go yet. I needed to know something. I kept starring at the phone on my desk and finally decided to call home. I had to, I was just to nervous not to call home. OMG! What if I catch them in the act? What would I say? Clifton would surely know I. Callie, the blonde with preposterous tits for such a petite size, giggled inanely and hiccupped. Her girlfriend, Fran, an amber-haired twenty year old with generous tits of her own, elbowed Callie on the arm and laughed, saying, "Guys looking to get in your pants, babe. Maybe the night's not a total loss after all."The other three girls were in arguing the dubious merits of Brittany Spears among themselves, interchangeably calling her a slut, a great talent and the slut of all sluts."Hey!".