It has three drawers on one side and two larger ones on the other. It is just the right height for me, too. The black leather office chair is newer an... much more comfortable than the old one I had. I turned on the coffee maker and sat in my chair as it growled and hissed, enjoying the aroma of the dark roast as it wafted through the office.I poured a cup and went to the little fridge beside my desk for the milk. One... two... three drops of one percent milk. Perfect.I stood by the window and. The videotape continued playing, Miss Bunny fizzed and popped out with static and a tastefully lit softcore movie revealed itself. A lithe brunette with gravity defying breasts was naked and writhing on top of an over-muscled guy. Her hand was conveniently in the way of showing anyone's genitals. "Their hips are totally in the wrong places for them to actually be screwing," Jay sagely pointed out before belching wetly.I wanted to get Corey out of my head and this seemed an opportune. Having her own personal guard dog would indeed be useful, and having a whole pack to protect her would be pretty awesome, but trying to ensure they are all well fed might be difficult. Did she really need five dogs? Maybe if one or two of them met with an “accident” the pack would be easier to handle. She wasn't sure if it might come to that. With her enhancing their hunting skills, and they enhancing her hunting skills, food might not be a real problem. What she didn't relish was being. Nate disagreed. “Mark, my contribution might be significant but I am not an owner or a decision maker. All I do is provide a technical service to a Principal. I’m a worker bee.” Nate was firm about being a worker bee. “OK, Nate, but can we call you a worker gerbil instead?” I asked. “I’m deathly afraid of bees.” Everybody agreed that those who were not Principals would be called worker gerbils. Drew was running the meeting. “We need to set up a real company with real documented ownership.” I.