The knock rapped on the door a second time and he heard a muffled voice, a female voice, say something on the other side. "Just a minute," he called o...t. Timothy quickly put on the jeans and t shirt he had been wearing for the past three (or was it four) days. He picked up one of the many empty beer cans from the floor and squinted at his reflection momentarily, surveying his scruffy image and offering it a goofy smile. He heard his dad's voice in his head saying the idyllic "Go get em' tiger". Anyhow, I took her to the lunch wagon down at the construction site, and we bought hotdogs with chili and then went to the park. She was still wearing her skintight one-piece suit with a colorful sarong wrapped around her hips. I had on my swimming shorts and an old t-shirt with the arms cut off. We both wore flip-flops. I was also wearing my industrial strength jock strap because I knew my big ram was going to get exited; it always did at the pool. It had a big enough pouch for a baseball cup. Sarah was trying to seduce me and I liked it. I grabbed my phone and sent Sarah a text. It read I just reviewed my folders. Good job with them. I especially like how you coordinated the color. White and pink where always favorites of mine. She sent me a text back that simply said lol. We where now on the same page. But how was I going to make the transition from these pictures to fucking her. I quickly found out. Around lunch time when the office was pretty dead Sarah came into my office. She. My instructions were simple: obey any command I give, without thinking it strange in any way; don't notice or remember anything unusual involving me; if they saw or heard or in any way learned of anything that might be harmful to my interests, they were to tell me at once. Simple, as I say; but I had to be confident that they would follow them without question, and also intelligently, not like mindless automata. I wanted them to do what I wanted, not to literally execute my every command like a.