Hart," she said. "We've been looking forward to your arrival." Rick had first met her two years ago while barnstorming the branch offices, and briefly...but intimately at last year's stressful company conference. Her eyes were brighter than he remembered, and her smile broader and more relaxed."Rick, please, Helen," he said, taking her offered hand and shaking it warmly, with a little squeeze. "I'm happy to see you again. Glad to make it alive through all that mess." Faint but constant traffic. It's no big deal." She got back down and waved her ass at him. "Ready coach" she yelled.He re-approached her butt and, since the skirt was in his way and she had said it was OK, he flipped it up again. Several of the girls giggled. He got flustered and, without thinking again, slapped his hand up between his center's legs. He was used to hitting an athlete's hard ass covered by tightly stretched uniform pants, with a cup underneath.What his hand plowed into instead was soft pussy."EEK!". Do you realize that no one--absolutely no one--calls me Suzy but you? While you spent your time closing yourself off--out of necessity, I know--I spent my time opening myself up. For almost two years I was free of all the bullshit that I hated.“My Mom and Dad weren’t always riding my ass about stupid shit. The kids at school didn’t look at me as some freckle-faced geek. The kids at St. Bernard’s liked me, JD. They liked me for me. They didn’t put up with me because my buddy would whip their ass. But in this, and all other things, I bow to your wishes and surrender to your every whim ... to your will, my lord,” Becky threw in that last part to remind me that I really did have the upper hand with her ... I had the power and she knew it ... and loved it.“Right now, what I want is to try some wine. I never have, you know. I presume that you have, though. So, sweet sister, do you have any wine? For you, me ... and Chloe to drink?” I asked Becky as I started making some garlic bread without.