Jimbobegan to fuck me with long hard fast strokes and each one drove out ofme a whimper of pain, but as he continued the whimpers turned to moansand t...e moans turned to words as I started twisting on his cock andbegging for more. "yes .... fuck me oh I love you sir I am your slave I love yousir please fuck me fuck me fuck me ......." Jimbo was panting and groaning and hammering his cock in and outof my ass as I was yammering for more. Then he said, "Larry will youget this slave to shut. What do you think of that?" Management training? As in training to be a manager?" Exactly. Would it bother you to move into the management side of things?"There were some unspoken things in that question. Like a lot of newspapers, ours was heavily unionized. The people in my department weren't unionized, but most of the staff in the editorial and production sides were. Would I be willing to be on the other side of a picket line if it came down to it? That was the real question being asked. I. They were either in a downtown bar or went home. No personal cellphones in 1974, so we decided to go home in my car first and then go looking for Mike’s car downtown if they weren’t home.When we pulled in Mike’s driveway his car was not there. He said, “Neil, I’m beat. I suggest you go to bed and the girls will be home eventually.” Mike was blasé about the whole thing. I wasn’t. If the bitch wanted to go pub crawling, she could have at least told me before she left the club.I drove back to town. "I've been given constructive credit, according to the FBI, because I was injured on duty, and then marooned by the storm. David, what about you?" It's a problem," I admitted. "But on the other hand, cartoonists aren't noted for their normal work habits. I'll be okay."Ellie headed off for her appointment, and I eventually found my way to the coffee shop. The motel had a "business center" off the lobby and I signed onto my web site. There were thousands of emails! The PC had Microsoft Office.