“God, yes!” I answered eagerly. “Tell me what to do,” she replied. I ran my hands through her hair, gently at first, but then I grabbed a ha...dful and pulled her from the bed. Joanne loved having her hair pulled when we were having sex. “Get on all fours, you dirty slut!” I told her. Joanne played along and did as requested. She knelt on all fours with her head at the top of the bed. I stood at the foot of the bed, the room still illuminated from the television behind me. I pushed two. Notwithstanding the fires they lit in her perfectly shaped, yet maturing bottom, Holly knew the point he was making, and it worked, turning her into the well-behaved woman she was now. But even now, when the need occasionally arose because of some minor failing on her part, her boss knew just what to do. Despite the fact that Holly was no longer a student, and 21 years of age, she still went over the dean’s lap when it was necessary. She never complained, no matter how much her buns would later. Matt was a firm believer that no one really needed all of that crap that was stuffed into computers nowadays — at least not for home use. He picked up the spec sheet and quickly ran it down: 33 MHz cpu, 8 Megs RAM, 540M hard drive. It was still a good machine, no matter what anyone said. It fact, the only reason Craig's uncle had gotten a new one was that the older machine had a problem with a lot of the new upgrades that he wanted to hook up. It was cheaper in the long run to just buy a new. “Hi, Maurice,” he said as Maurice extended his hand for shaking.“Please sit down, John,” Maurice was smiling broadly, indicating the padded chair opposite his desk. John nodded and sat.“Congratulations on a job excellently done in Holland; the Board have asked me to pass on their appreciation to you, both of your early prediction which alerted us, and your handling of a very edgy situation. We are already seeing big improvements, so well done.” Maurice paused as if to gauge John’s.