I had just started my first job, part time teaching at a college near the town where I lived, teaching business studies. There was one thing that I c...uldn’t change, nor wanted to, and that was my love of music. So, whenever I could, and now in my rather different lifestyle, when I could afford it, I took the train up to London for a concert. Tonight was one such night, and with the glorious sounds of Beethoven ringing in my ears, a last drink was a fitting accolade to the music I’d just. However, my less mischievous side countered with the idea that HB might be TOO obvious, or perhaps I was reading it wrong and it was BH, which of course could have been anything. I decided in the end though, that watching it was worth the risk, even if it was just some family reunion.Popping the tape into my adapter (I had a kit for playing 8mm tapes, since I often had to review up and coming girls screen tests), I pushed the play button cautiously.The screen lit up with black and white static. After our VP left, I spent an hour putting a short list of people who I thought should be on the team. The first name was Helen’s. I called Helen into my office and closed the door behind her as she settled into one of the chairs in front of my desk. Rather than return to my chair behind my desk and be the ‘boss’, I decided that the nature of our conversation required that I be more open to her so I took the other chair in front of my desk, right next to her. Theoretically the strategy is to. It took me a few minutes to relax enough but in the end, I really had to go and was able to pee. It felt so strange and weirdly comforting to feel the warmth spreading across my front and it tickled a little when some pee trickled between my legs to pool at my butt.The door opened and Mr. Cage lifted me out of the back seat. He carried me like a child and the crunch of gravel from his boots sounded familiar. It made me feel young and helpless.Mrs. Cage came running out to us. She shrieked with.