“You’re quiet tonight,” Mat says, interrupting her reverie. Her head snaps his direction, her face flushed as if he could hear what she’s thin...ing. Mat raises an eyebrow.“Are you ok?”“Yeah, just… have some stuff on my mind.”“Do you want to tell me?” he asks. She blushes harder.“I don’t know…” Worried about her, Mat opens his arms and tells her to come here. She scoots toward him, cuddling against his chest.“You can tell me anything, you know,” he says, kissing the top of her head. Being so. "I can't," Alice blurted out."Okay," Mr. Benton responded and picked up the phone.Alice started walking slowly over to where Mr. Benton sat. She knelt down behind his desk and between his legs and stared at the bulge behind his zipper."Slut Alice, if I have to ask twice again, I will not stop in calling the police," Mr. Benton informed her, "and this is self-service so get to work."Alice slowly unzipped the pants and worked her hand inside. She was shocked to find Mr. Benton was not wearing. "I want you to enjoy yourself Angela and if, as you say, you love being a sexy maid I don't think I should stop you. Do you want to stay dressed or not?" I don't want you to send any e-mails about me, or anything else. The website is bad enough!" In which case you will want to keep me happy won't you? And if making me happy makes you happy to, then you'll just have to stay dressed won't you?" Lynn!" I complained, "What am I supposed to do?" You're supposed to make me happy, so you'll have to. "Well it will be up for discussion by Wilson and I, since we all have to agree," I said. "Be sure it is something you will be comfortable with because I don't want to manage a restaurant."It was a little before lunch when I finished showering and changed for my trip downtown. I walked into the warehouse building right at noon. I watched them working just a second before I went to each one. I asked them into the office for a chat.When they are all seated I began, "Guys I got an email last night.