I went closer to hug her and kiss her cheek. She had a scar behind her ear. I searched the scar but could not locate it. We both remembered that when ...e were teenagers, she was cautious about her that scar.She used to think that this lessen her beauty, I used to kiss her scar, saying that this is not at all diminishing her beauty. But this one I love the most. And I remember that I have kissed her there thousands of time. She understood what I was searching.She looked at me and gave little slap. Would you mind going after them?"I jumped at the chance to be helpful. I nodded, and heard Adeline tell her daughter that "Sammy will be there in fifteen minutes."Adeline quickly drew a map, and gave me her car keys. "Make sure she locks the car. She'll recognize you when she sees my car. Don't take any crap from her, and don't tell her anything about us," she said, kissing me as she playfully shoved me toward the door.The map took me to an area of town that I'd never been to before. The. The following day she arrives at the very bar she dreamed of, where Mark and her first met.She finds herself in that bar with the sangria, with him eye-fucking her, just like the first time. It is a warm and balmy evening. Her pussy is getting wet and was tense with anticipation, she squeezes her pelvic floor muscles and lets go, feeling the desperation of her cunt. She suddenly feels a surge of sex appeal, she realizes how desireable she is: every little movement from her toes, knees, ass,. Mr. Harriman gave me permission to ask you to interview with him tomorrow morning for the job as my assistant. Do you want it?" Oh, My GOD! YES. I'd love to be your assistant. Do you think I'll get it?" Amy asked.Amy could hardly sleep that night and was at work way too early the next morning. She had dressed in her best, most sexy work dress and was still worried she didn't look nice enough or professional enough to impress Mr. Harriman. As soon as he came in Mr. Harriman sent for Amy. When.