Just for a bit. Do you mind?"I guess he thought I wanted permission, as he said "Not at all," beforehe left the room and closed my door behind him. I'... meant for him to fuckoff, weariness and climax had robbed my voice of it's typical aggression,and I didn't have the energy to muster a parting comment. I peered aboutmy room one last time before closing my eyes.Sleep came quickly.***Author's note: I love writing this story but a combination of real life,starting another story and writer's block. I silently wondered (yet again), if my performance would be judged adequate by those who would be observing… THE FIFTY From my perspective, the year was 2005. Things were pretty strange for most everyone on Earth, to say the least. A few months earlier, a small group of people publically announced that they had traveled backwards through time from about a century ahead in our future. This unlikely sounding proclamation was initially met with a great deal of skepticism. But, our descendants had. He's going away there this weekend, I suggested that he takes tomorrow off and does some real thinking. So, we'll find out if he's going to resign or get on with his job on Monday."I thought about that, and sipped my whisky.Piers looked at me, "I know you might be pleased to see him go, Chris. But he's bloody good, and I think the company needs him. I hope he comes back and just puts his shoulder to the grindstone."I smiled, "Actually, so do I." I sighed, "I've got reasons to hate the guy. But. The wobbling movements of their breasts showed and nipples pointing out explained that. They made gestures like they were removing the tops but didn’t do it. When they finally bowed to say thank you, we could see their cleavage.Prathiba said that they have proved they are better than those European models. Both of us agreed and cheered their show and said they could have shown more. My wife said better watch FTV itself and went to bed. Vishal and I decided to encourage our wives.I said both.