It appeared that the rush job I had been left to do on my own I had totally fucked up and sent the wrong model of sandals to the client.I told him tha... I had been left to do it on my own and didn't know the difference yet and the stock shelves hadn't been marked up, on that note he told me the boss wanted to see me and because I were a temp until I left for the Army I would probably get the sack.I went upstairs and told Kirsty the receptonist that Mrs Brooks wanted to see me. I had heard but. She told me that she wanted to catch a bus to ride downtown and that way we could both drink, but when we got on the bus it was obvious we weren’t headed downtown. There were several girls on the bus and many were naked. It was basically a strip club on wheels. To say this was out of character for Stacy would be an understatement considering she had never been to a strip club up to this point in life. She had also arranged for a cooler of booze for us to drink for the night. The bus ride took. I was unable to control and suddenly went to her and talking to her some matter and suddenly I kept my hands on her boobs and started pressing she insisted and asked me “enduku naa sannlu mida chei vestunnav” (why you are keeping your hands on my boobs). I said sorry and went into another room. She after a while came into that room asked me what happen. I said nothing. I asked don’t you like that what I did? She after a time nodded her head giving me positive response…… I started pressing her. You must know you’re gorgeous – model quality beauty. You have one of the best personalities of anybody I know. You’re creative, funny, go after what you want, and many more good traits.”“There are some bad ones in there too, but I keep them submerged. I have my insecurities.”“We didn’t talk about it, but I’m not very good boyfriend material right now.”“That’s quite all right. I understand more than you think. What’s your ‘official’ reason for that? Your ex-wife?”I wondered what her ‘official’.