Maranda and I met in preschool. We were best friends for the longest time. She hung out with me and the guys most of the time. But for some reason, wh...n we started middle school, all that changed. She made new friends and seemed to forget about me overnight. We stopped talking took our own paths. I walked to my locker to put my notebook away and then I headed toward the cafeteria. Stopping in the cafeteria door, my eyes scanned the room for my friends. I found them at our usual table. They were. He entered the house and she put the kettle on and went to get changed. When she re-entered the room she was wearing an sexy Police uniform and high heels and was brandishing a plastic truncheon. They kissed passionately before she took him to the bed room. Once inside the room she dropped to her knees and started to suck his cock. Apparently he was instantly hard and fully aroused and it wasn't long before he had her bent over staring at a picture of me on her dresser while he fucked her hard.. "Anyway, if WestHem were to grant Argentina or Cuba their freedom, within a year you'd have all of those other provinces that used to be their own countries trying to do the same. Can you imagine what it would be like if Brazil or Mexico or Canada tried to break out of the union. Shit, this whole nation would fall apart. We'd have to quadruple the corps and the army just to keep our own people under control." I suppose," Mallory said again, wondering why anyone would want out of WestHem. After. Stacy was an architect in the design group, and I was a civil engineer in the construction group, so we did not have a direct reporting relationship that would be in conflict with our human resources policies. I was out of the office on job sites much of the time anyway, so we had very little contact in the office.Stacy was 29 years old, 5’4” and weighed 125 pounds, and was also very attractive. She didn’t fit the definition of a classic beauty, but was instead one of those sassy and sexy women.