From 1996 until last Christmas, Cat had always given him a box of his favorite cigars. Tears came to her eyes as she thought about it, how she enjoyed...shopping for the aficionado in the small specialty store full of deep scents and dark wood. She had missed it this year. She felt sudden guilt, wondering if it had been one of her Cohibas that had killed Chicago’s Businessman of the Year. Blinking away the tears and closing her eyes, she envisioned the blue and silver boxes of the Davidoffs. He did not match the pictures of Clive. More importantly he was busy attaching a silencer on a gun. Jennifer silently stalked closer. She was almost by him when he looked up and saw her. He did in fact recognize her. Fortunately this made him lose a moment and Jennifer got the time to kick his groin. The effect was brutal, lifting him from the floor up on the kitchen sink. He groaned loudly as he toppled over and fell down from the kitchen sink. Jennifer did not lose any time, but let her. ' How many times had she said exactly the same thing? Even thisweek, when Dan started first thing Monday on his crude innuendo and thenthe physical and verbal attack near the fire extinguisher, she didn'tconsider reporting him. Of course there were reasons, but none of themgood. The truth was that he is a predator and he needs to be taken down.And Carol, well either she was Dan's tool or trying hard to ingratiateherself to him. Some of the vile phrases she used were practicallyidentical to. If she truly wants it, she'll try hard, and I'm sure the rest of you can lose with style and grace," I said as I winked at Bethany.She laughed and gave me a kiss. "Oh god, you always seem to know what the right thing to do is. That's just the way to do it. Only, I think we all are going to want our own alone time with you."I accepted the kiss and was pulling Bethany in close to caress her ass when Timothy's voice came over the speaker. "Um ... James ... Can you come to the command post ... We.