"Did you miss me?" I asked, my fingers brushing over the neckline of my tshirt. "I always do." He answered, giving me another smile. His voice always ...rove me crazy, it almost didn't suit his appearance or his personality. His voice was deep, sexy, but he almost looked too kind. Or too sweet.Without hesitating I lifted my shirt over my head, I wasn't in a rush but I had been thinking about him all week. My breasts were small, a neat B cup with perky pink nipples. As soon as my shirt was off I. ” Then, she added, kind of hesitantly, “If you want to.”“One o’clock,” I said, confirming the time, and I added, “See ya there,” and she got up and walked back towards the stairway to the stage.I sat back in my chair, put my coffee on the table, and thought, Did Trish Collett just make a lunch date with me?For the next couple of hours I walked around the complex, talking to people, doing what I was getting paid to do, looking at exhibits, taking lost kids back to their parents, and occasionally. I make a few dollars on most weekends by showing my skills at banquets, birthday parties and occasionally at a local dinner club.My wife Nancy is the executive secretary to William Mathews III, a Senior Vice president, and an all-around waste of space. The only reason for his employment is he is the oldest son of William II.I met Nancy McDermott when I applied for an engineering position at the company over three years ago. She was a general secretary to all of the executives. I didn’t get the. Something thumped upstairs and I jumped up in bed. It was 4:00 a.m. While I was putting my clothes on, I tried to figure out why I was so upset. Nothing really important had happened. I knocked on the door before entering. Jessica was in her bed, lying motionless. I hesitated for a moment, then whispered,” Are you awake?” “No, I am sleeping,” she whispered, imitating me. “I heard something falling and…” “The remote control slipped from my hand. Sorry for disturbing you.” “How is your.