She followed Sam to the breakroom and confronted her. "You know Phil would never fall for a bimbo like you, right?" she snapped."Wow, Amy. I knew you ...ere jealous of me, but I didn't know you were that jealous," Sam shot back. "It won't matter anyway. By the end of the month I'll have both Phil and your supervisor job, and there's nothing you can do about it." We'll see about that," Amy said, angrily stomping back to her desk to plan her revenge. After a few minutes of coming up with a string. They not only told me that it was okay to enjoy pornographic movies, they watched them with me. Together we celebrated my voyeurism. With Amy and Mel there wasn't any guilt or shame. As long as we're not hurting anyone we get to be whoever we want to be. They applied that maxim to everyone, especially Jeanne. They helped me understand Jeanne. Once I was comfortable admitting that I enjoyed watching just as much as I enjoyed participating, they introduced the word cuckold to our sex games. It. . She drops the box to the grasses and waits for you. Her hair tickles her full breasts as the breeze teases her and you. Allowing you mere glimpses here and there. Frowning you strain to get closer faster as in the way of dreams the more you want the slower it goes... she gets fuzzy now she's fading... no merely changing... as you near, her legs change... she becomes human... the forelegs are gone replaced with strong powerful human thighs which the grasses caress... Gods to be jealous of. ‘No, he’s my partner.’ she said. ‘And what did you do to piss him off?’ she joked weakly as she listened to Rambo bark at the man. ‘Nothing.’ he said in defense. ‘Dispatch, this unit 385, copy?’ she said into her radio. ‘Copy unit 385. Status?’ ‘Minor injuries. K-9 officer Rambo is uninjured. Christ, Kevin -that is Captain, is going to be pissed. My car is totaled.’ she told the dispatcher. ‘Don’t worry about the car, Arnsworth. He’ll be happy that you and Rambo are okay. What are your.