Tom's corner office was done in rich mahogany. It was gorgeous and stately.Tamara's area was next. Trish was already in her office and greeted us. Tri...h took over the tour and showed Tamara to her office. They had gone all out to furnish her it. It looked more like a parlor than an office. It was plush and yet functional.The next office was Steve's. He too was sitting at his desk. His office was very functional, with no frills. Being a manager, he rated a nice set up. I would ask him later why. "As I walked closer to her I could see her eyes roaming over my already hairy chest. I had just turned 18 and looked quite a bit older than I actually was. I was self-conscious about going without a shirt and I had to shave my face every other day already. I was curious to know what was going through Aunt Sherry's mind."They seem to fit just perfect. You sure do have a hairy chest for your age, Chase. Looks like you are going to take after your dad's side of the family." I guess so," I said as. There was something about the way she walked - some inner grace, some inner sunshine she was conveying by the way she moved.Husani noticed she stopped in her track when she saw him. And then she smiled. Her full, sexy lips pulled away from her pout (but not before she licked her lips) and revealed white beautiful teeth. He was gobsmacked by her beauty and purity. She seemed like an angel to him. She introduced herself as Yovanna, and at the sound of her voice, he wished the world would. I’m Greg Shelley like the Poet. Which is interesting, because I met her at University in an advanced English course on the Romantic Poets. I’m not bad looking and on the large size, but clumsy as hell. Patty-Ann says I have the sweetest baritone voice. But I’m very shy and socially awkward like all nerds. Oh, I guess I should have said that right off. I’m what is commonly referred to as a computer geek. Yet, beneath the tech exterior is buried a romantic hero. At least, that is what my new wife.