Thursday, October the first, felt like things were back to normal for Claire. Work went smoothly and her earlier trepidation about seeing Chad, and ho... that might make her feel, had dissipated.She dressed at work in the locker room, and then jogged to the school. The weather was unseasonably warm, so her regular spandex felt fine. She found Chad in his room, grading papers."I have to finish this," he said."Can you wait?" I'll just run on the track until you're ready," she said."Great. It. ?No problem. I?ll take the whole box full, for a gooddiscount of course as its old stock. Shall we say ?100??The sales assistant agreed, glad to offload the unwanted heavy box and itscontents. She wasn?t precisely certain of what the box held but was sure of itsweight and sure that she would be glad to see it gone. Also, for 10% commissionshe would be glad to see Sara gone as her strange reason for wanting the gearseemed weirder than she was used to and in this line of work things did getreally. “It’s not safe to do that kind of stuff while I’m driving. You scoot back over there, buckle your seat belt. And drape that towel over that tasty little pussy so I can get us home in one piece.”She snatched her hand away from my cock as if it were on fire, quickly moved back to her place and fumbled with her seat belt. I could see her lower lip quiver and a tear trickle down her cheek.“Hey,” I said as I reached over and lovingly wiped the tear from her cheek. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to snap. McClain?”“The construction business is made up of a disproportionate group of inefficient contractors who don’t know how to motivate their people. I’m not a perfectionist, but it’s my opinion that excellence should be the standard. With perfection, the juice is JUST not worth the squeeze. My father’s standard is that McClain will always provide excellent results. And I want to prove to him that my crews can work at maximum efficiency, which is higher than what has been our standard, and still.