“God, you are such a pig,” Liz said as she took my hand and slid it inside the arm of her shirt until it rested atop her bare breast. “I’d rat...er have a picture of you playing with me than one flashing my tit flesh to the world.”“Tit flesh?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.“Mammary gland?” Liz tried.“I like jug,” I said.“I know you like jugs,” Liz replied. “Now can I take the picture?”“Just don’t upload it until you’re sure you’re happy with it,” I suggested.“No?” Liz asked. “Really? I shouldn’t. She said she would explain how things were then, but right now, she was going to fuck my boss, the sales team and a bunch of the company’s clients. She pushed me back until she could close the door; with me on the outside.I stood there as it all became clear to me. Becky was the company whore. She was the “Team Building exercise.” The improvement in the branch numbers was not because of my work but due to Becky’s fucking the clients. Shit! My head dropped to my chest, my eyes filled with tears. Queenie had opened a professional makeup case and set up some extra lighting. She bade me take a seat where she combed my hair back and then secures it under a net. She immediately went to work on mw. The only mirror was face down on that table, so I could not track her progress.I expressed my doubt in her efforts and she responded with a laugh. "I am one of the top makeup artists in South Florida. If I charged you for this, it would cost you big-time." I remained silent as she worked, and. .. Nothing to do anyway!"Okay Kate, I'll be there." I said. I went back to my breakfast, but I was thinking over the meal, what if Cassandra and Darcy were, well whatever they were, they must have been alive at one stage, so there would be a grave for them, I knew that the local church had a Harding's plot, so they must be there. I bit down on the spoon as I thought that last piece and nearly broke a tooth.After breakfast I rode to the church, the sun was shining on the headstones as I wandered.