Her face was a mess. She rubbed her face slightly and got her make up on her hands. She tried reaching for a towel but accidentally got it on her top....She turned on the faucet and tried washing her hands and cleansing her face as she sobbed. She was disturbed by what was happening and so was Chet. She cared for Chet as a friend and as a wonderful boss. Secretly she had fallen for her boss, but never realized it until this last month. She had developed deep painstaking desires for him and for. Were you aware that it comes from the early Greek lyric poetry, which was accompanied by a person on the lyre, so lyric is the adjectival form of lyre. Goes back to around 2,500 B.C., so I understand. Lyricist is the derived from that." There was an audible gasp at the other end at his erudition.He paused for a second before continuing."My apologies, we are straying. Indeed, The Montford Sisters will sing this song, if the chosen music suits their voices." I'll send up the music to you today,. ‘We…hit a deer when…I was very little…it was terrible!’ she sobbed. Bill smoothed her hair with his hand and hugged her tightly. ‘It’s okay! We slid right past the deer and didn’t even touch it, everything is okay.’ He soon realized it might not be okay. The truck had two wheels off deep in the soft ditch with no farmhouse lights in sight. He didn’t tell her the potentially bad news. He held her until she calmed down. His face was buried in her hair, the soft, sweet smell of her shampoo filled. I don't back down from necessary fights, but I really don't like to fight. I thought about putting up with the noise and just letting the matter go. My stop was only about ten minutes away. But I got to thinking... The boom-box was in his lap, the speakers pointing right at me, a little less than two meters away and just within my sphere of influence. Hmmm... I started probing the box, tracing the circuitry. My ability to zoom into details is growing exponentially too, though I haven't thought.