The road’s closed.’ ‘The road to Millerton?’ She nodded. ‘Damn.’ ‘Not just snow. A big slip. You know … an avalanche. With rocks and ...tuff. It’s going to take a while to clear.’ And then her phone rang again. ‘And the road through to Hamberly is also closed,’ she said after a brief conversation. ‘A big slip at Cottley’s Corner.’ ‘I’ve just come from Hamberly. That’s where the cops had their checkpoint. And Cottley’s Corner? Is that where the road does that sharp right-hander? And then there’s. Come in professionally dressed with a resume in hand. The interview will be at the end of the day, so few people in the office. I have one open interview spot for Tuesday at 4 PM. Discretion is a must. I'm very white collar, 38, 220 lbs, fit, 8" cut. Send me your details, and my receptionist will be expecting you. Sitting in the breakroom at work, my eyes widened as I read through this post. With it being Monday, my Friday, I had all the time in the world to meet up with this guy tomorrow. God. So, off came my clothes, and I jumped into the lake with my husband and we swam around for a bit. Lake water is pretty cold, so pretty soon I needed to get out and try and warm up. I got out and went to get my clothes, but my husband said for me to stay naked because he had a surprise for me. Usually, his surprises are pretty fun, so I said what do you have for me. He said that I needed to cover my eyes so he could get it out and ready, and he did not trust me to not peek, so he rolled up. But one thought keeps eating at the back of your mind.Melissa. The girl from your high school English class, the one you sat behind and fantasized about day after day. A petite blond with brains and a body to die for. Oh, she'd been nice enough to you, always smiling that pleasant little smile that told you she was too good for you. Always dressed so conservatively, so stuffy. You wanted so badly to grab that perfectly-styled hair and shove her over her desk, throw that skirt over her head and.