”The countertop was covered with miscellaneous dishes, pots and pans. I recalled helping to fill the dishwasher last night and starting it. I opened...the dishwasher and began to put clean dishes away. Joyce stood up from the table and walk over. “I’ll give you a hand with this mess.” She said. Joyce playfully slapped my butt and positioned herself on the opposite side of the dishwasher and leaned over. Her loose fitting pajama top was buttoned all the way up but still hung open while she picked. I only hoped that I couldcleanse myself before it had a chance to kill off all my body hair.After about twenty minutes I stepped out of the shower and began to towelmyself off. Throwing on a T-shirt and boxers, I went back toward theliving room where I sat down to mull over the strangeness that justhappened. I slowly flipped through the channels in a vain attempt tooccupy my mind, but since nothing was on, I threw the remote down on mycoffee table.I became aware of my body tingling slightly and. She felt the pleasure building and she cried out, "Yes, YES!" Her thighs crashed together, clamping around her hands. Her ass shook as her orgasm continued to course through her. Her mouth was opened wide, but no sound at all came out. Finally, she relaxed, her eyes glassy, her mind dreamy. The next thing she knew, he was standing in front of her. She looked up from her position on the floor. He was holding the phone, the clock stopped on :12. "Not bad, Nora. 12 seconds early, my eager little. If it hadn’t been for him, she thought to herself, they’d be working 24 hours a day. The fact is that Sasha loved working with T. He was funny and articulate. So efficient. He was handsome, too. And yet, sitting there in his office, he seemed so lonely. Night after night, T would be among the last to go back to the hotel. Sasha could see him through his office window, his sad, brown eyes staring into space for a moment as if lost in thought, thinking about his family back at home, then turning.