"Stella said, "You're Eve Baylor! Wow! I'll tell Michael."She looked at me and said, "Mister Bill, is she with you?" The question in her voice was unm...stakable.Eve said, "According to his granddaughter, I'm his girl friend. That will do for now."Stella said, "Wow!" It was almost reverent in tone. She looked at Joan and said, "What would you like to drink? Are you his girl friend, too."Joan smiled. "I work for Miss Baylor. I applied for the position of girl friend but Eve had already nailed that. And the so-called company was fucking the shit out of her. He was either very good or very hung, or maybe both. She was definitely louder with this mystery guy than she was with her husband, Al. I let this go on for a couple of months until Al asked if there was something going on when he was working the graveyard shift. I knew he was scared to hear the truth but I had an idea. I suggested on the next graveyard Saturday night shift, that Al use a vacation day, not telling Teresa about. I turned a small lamp on, just enough to illuminate the outline of those fantastic curves. I dropped my fedora on the desk and sat down, sighing out loud as I surveyed my pretty little thing shifting her weight from one stilettoed foot to the other. “Are you going to let me play with you?” “Yes.” I enjoyed her lack of pretences, now that we were alone. “Why don’t you come sit on my lap.” I was especially pleased when those coltish legs spread and she straddled me, her hair brushing my cheek as. E kept ourselves busy in the next few days, and on Wednesday evening we helped each other to masturbate. It was early in the afternoon on Thursday when my phone beeped with a message.'You two lovebirds are both ok'I wondered if that diagnosis was something that AMA would agree with, but then my phone beeped again.'How soon can you get home?