“You want a glass of wine?” Abby asked with a little sultry in her voice.“No thanks.”He sat down next to her as she cuddled up to him.“That ...as very nice, tonight. Thank you.”“You’re welcome. How’s everything going? I read up about concussions and they wouldn’t have released you if they thought you were still in danger.”“Pretty much okay, some headaches, nothing very strong, little dizzy spells initially and I use the walker they gave me but not that much now.”“Anything else?” Vince. But he is Arun Ramachandran, right? I’m his boss. You can give it to me,” he said and started walking. I followed him.“Thank you, sir. But still, can I know his cabinet? I have to inform him,” I told him.“You seem so tired. Come to my room first. Drink some water,” he said and opened a door room. Outside there was a nameplate that read ‘Varun Krishnan, General Manager.’ I followed him into the room and let the door close itself.He handed a glass of water to me and asked, “You seem like a. I work with five other women and for the first year all went well. In September, a new boy started and his Dad, John dropped him off and collected him each day. All my work colleagues thought he was nice and one of them even wolf whistled once and blamed me when he looked round!John is a good looking guy, late 30's, well over 6ft tall, nice physique with greying hair, and have to admit, I shared my colleague's admirations.On Wednesdays, I always go swimming at lunchtime when I finish work. I. "You're on!", I challenged, as I looked at the two girls laying in their bikinis in each other's arms, wondering which one I would choose when I won. "Oh, not as much of a wussy nerd as we thought!", Ellen said, "OK, here are the rules. We're going to go to Kate's room, undress, and cover ourselves so you can lift up the blanket and see only our pussies. You are not allowed to pinch us or try to touch anywhere else. You can look at our pussies as long as you want..." Kate interrupted.