" With her?" laughed Christine. "Poor boy, he's in deep. Girls like her aren't there to fall in love with, they are there to sleep with. Warren needs ... slap!"They left the table, still laughing over Christine's joke. They didn't look back at Sophia.If they had, they would have seen her crying. She had heard every word.Sophia talked with Warren that night, but didn't say a word about what she had overheard. She thought about it--knowing Warren would be furious, but Mo was his friend. Sophia. But he started it, he called me a fucking idiot. But, I guess I wasn't in a mood to overlook it." What was there to overlook? He calls you a fucking idiot about once a week. And you call him one on fairly regular occasions. It's one of the strengths of your relationship, that you have a boss, no a business partner, that you know and trust and respect that much. Neither of you have ever meant it before, and my guess is that Tim didn't mean it tonight." Oh!, Fuck!" Yes, Oh Fuck. But more. She leaned over a bit farther until her lips were right next to his ear, which lodged Bill’s face firmly in her cleavage. ‘I’m not mad,’ Olivia whispered then licked his ear, ‘but if you’re going to do it,’ she stood up, slowly unbuttoned her blouse, undid the hook on her front of her bra, grabbed his hands to place them on her tits, ‘do it the right way.’ Bill was ecstatic. Never in his life had he imagined would ever even see a pair of tits like this up close let alone get his hands on them.. The ringing of a cell phone interrupted the rest of her response. Since JR made no move to answer his, she rose and walked to the kitchen to check hers.“Hello?” she said as she answered her cell phone. She turned her back on JR as the conversation progressed.Listening to one side of a conversation was always challenging, but when her voice became more and more upset and insistent, he stood to stand beside her. Instinctively, he put his hand on her shoulder, and he could sense her tension.