My name is Judy Ross and as Mr. Mathews administrative assistant, which simply put is the corporate world’s new buzzword for secretary. I kept telli...g myself to hold it together as I dialed 911 and then again as I tried to remember all those first aid lessons Mr. Mathews insisted we take from the Red Cross. Thank god, for my instincts as I got him on the floor and his collar lose along with his tie. I gave him CPR and tried not to swoon as I gave him mouth to mouth. I looked up when I heard the. The buttons of his shirt strained to stay closed and failed, showing his stained undershirt where it pushed through the gap. His nose and cheeks were red with small veins of even brighter color running right below the surface of the skin.For the past week the man had begun making ever more obvious advances. She would be darning socks and he would bring in a step ladder and pretend to work on the coal oil lamps. If she put down her work and went to find some other chore to complete, in moments. Mark was what many people would refer to as a metrosexual and to the untrained eye would seem gay. This was the exact opposite of Leslie’s father which is why I think they had a real hard time getting along for a good while. He was a blue collar working, beer drinking, Carhartt wearing all-American. “Hey-o,” she chanted as she came down the stairs. “Ready to head out?” “Let’s do it,” I said, grabbing the beer I set down and the plastic folding table and heading back to the door. “See you. THE STORY IS FICTIONken looked at his granddaughter Amy and told her to go and get Simon for his tea, Amy begrudgingly went upstairs she put the landing light on but the bulb had still not been changed and the landing remained in darkness, Amy approached Simon’s room and stopped when she saw the door was ajar and Simon was standing naked his back to the door, Amy smiled as she admired Simon’s naked bum, to her joy Simon turned giving her a good view of his 6 inch fat hairy dick,, Amy moved.