The girls flock to Heather, all hugging her and kissing her on the cheeks, shrieking and talking rapidly as only girls can. Finally, one of the other ...irls notices you."Hey, Heather, who's the stud?" the Latina asks to your friend under hear breath.Heather notices you as if she forgot, and runs on over, pulling you enthusiastically by the arm to meet the girls."Hey John, I want you to meet the ladies. Ladies, if you'd be so kind as to make an introduction."The blonde cowgirl comes up first, and. The waist had to be taken in a bit, which made me feel good. It took me three trips to the mirror before I finally packed it back up with a sigh. I arose the next morning after a fitful night of sleep. I tried Richard’s door again and wasn’t surprised when no one answered. I called in sick to the office. I had to do something today. Guilt was eating me alive. I dug through the trash and recovered the return address on Richard’s package. A little research on the internet and I had the phone. " Excellent, well done Mark, Mrs. Getty will be pleased."The door closed as quietly as it had opened."You were taking Ms. Debbie for a ride back a few months ago?" Mr. Gettyremarked.The play on words was not lost on Jake, he thought for a minute as tohis response but the drink and company released his inhibitions, "Yes,she was quite an expert in certain areas of the bedroom." The drinkfurther loosening Jakes words of the private interactions, normally keptbehind the closed door. "She was and I. I got here right after my graduation at the university. I was really happy with my average diploma and didn’t really know what to do with myself in life. So I answered a lot of job ads and after a series of job interviews, I started to work here, at one of the biggest law firm’s of the country. As every workplace, Walden, Inc. has its good and bad sides. It’s good to work here because of the hot chicks, the relatively good salary and the chance of making independent decisions. But it’s bad to.