My typical uniform after 9 p.m.In retrospect, maybe I always knew he was coming back, but being so young and naive, there's no way I could have truly ...nown."Do you want to come in?" I asked. "Sure." he replied. It was so obvious to both of us. There wasn't any "What are you doing here?" Or, "Kevin hasn't come back yet." He was clearly there to see me, and I was clearly okay with it. We were only pretending that this was awkward and new. Kevin was still at his girlfriend's house, and Jerry. "You are very lucky you held it girl, don't you ever make a mess while you are here or it will be the sorriest day of your life!" She then took the bedpan away when I was finished and dumped it in the nearby toilet. On returning she brought a glass of water and plate of garden salad. "Now before I give you this, I want you to know that you are forbidden to speak unless I give you permission. I am now going to remove your gag so you can eat and drink, but I warn you, one word, just one will make. Then I quietly reached a dark corner of the living room from where I could see inside without being caught. I looked inside and saw mom was sitting on my newly completed bed which had no mattress on it. She was in her nighty and her legs were crossed. The carpenter was standing in front of her and I could see both of them from the side.All the tools and little pieces of wood were scattered all over the floor. Even from this far away his huge hard-on was clearly visible under his dirty pants and. After all, what's the worst thing that could happen?My staff was professional. They knew how to write a story and they knew what constituted unsuitable content. They knew where to be and what to do when they got there. I also had a group of mid-level managers that ranged from exceptional to passable. I counted on the exceptional ones to keep a tight rein on the passable ones.I also knew that the woman who had sat outside my office since long before the office was mine would arbitrate any.