Yet here I was. At lunchtime, I’ll know more, but until then, my 9 inch boner is trying to split my pant leg.At the stroke of 12 (figuratively speak...ng), she walks through my doorway, stands in the middle of my office with her hip to one side (God, I love when women do that!) and proceeds to unbutton her blouse. When she gets to the third button, I am past the shock of what’s happening and jump up to close and lock my office door. I turn back to her, and she’s smiling up at me with her blouse. "Are you ever going to call me Ellie again?" she asked out of the blue."What?" I asked, still peeved. "I call you Ellie all the time!" No, you don't," she answered. She still had tears in her eyes but they were looking at the ground. "It's always Elizabeth now. It has been since the Task Force stuff came out."I considered her words and I realized that she was right."I don't know," I answered. "Things are different now." I don't want them to be different," she answered."I don't either," I. Up north, there were questions about white snow flake ornaments being symbols. Our Christmas party is officially called a holiday party. I just let it go. My real concern is the long-term effect all this will have though I hope to be dead and gone before it gets really bad.”I chuckled and added, “We sure are philosophical this evening.”She laughed, “I’m just following your lead.”“Perhaps, I can lead you into temptation.”“You have. I hope you will again many times in the future.”I smiled.. When I got into town, I stopped at the restaurant to see if Tran and the girls were there. I spotted the Jeep sitting out front so I went in. That was a mistake on my part. Every woman I had met in town was there along with their kids. It sounded like I stepped into a ball game and our team was winning. The noise level was loud enough to break my ear drums. I stood in the door wondering if this had been a good idea when Sandra spotted me and came running over. She jumped into my arms, bringing.