I'll help you and her out. Can I devote myself to this full time for a couple of days? It'll take that long to fix it." Sure Bob, take all the time yo... want. Just keep me informed of what you're having to do on it, okay?" Judy said.It all seemed so reasonable, I was helping another human being and making my boss look on me with favor, I thought.Two days later, after calling Judy a half dozen times and letting her know what it was taking to correct Sylvia's mess, I was summoned to Judy's. She walked up the steps and entered the huge doors. There was a concierge sitting behind a large desk in the foyer so she approached him.“Can you tell me which floor number s*******n is on please?” she enquired.The man looked up at her.“Is he expecting you?” he said in a very gentle but authoritative voice“Yes,” she replied and smiled. “Yes, very much so.”“I'll ring and let him know you're here, whom shall I say is calling?”“Greta. Greta Gummihausen.”He smiled when she said her name and she. We sip on our drinks for a while, marveling the weather and the slowly descending sun in the horizon. It's still warm, and being next to you is making me feel even warmer. I look at your figure, admiring how your cyan bikini is bringing out your hair color.“Let's go for a dip!” I take hold of your hand and pull you up. Hand in hand, we run down to the waterline and stop. I try the water with my big toe, it's still warm enough to swim in. A wave brushes past our ankles and you jump and squeal. "Hey. Why don't we grab a burger?"I said. "Don't have time now. I have to give someone an orgasm."I guess I should have explained what I meant, but I was driven, and I would not eat or sleep until I was confident that I had a composition to give my teacher an orgasm. So, I wrote it and I got an A+ on it, and oh, did it ever feel good thinking that I must have given her an orgasm with that big A+ written on the top of the composition.After she showed me the A+ mark, she asked. "Can I keep the.