”She had to help two customers before she could continue the conversation.“Diminutives?”“Mishka or Mischa, which more or less mean ‘Mikey’...or ‘Mike’. Mr. Sokolov would be ‘Alyosha’, but I wouldn’t dare call him that because he’s my boss and much older. Well, he could grant permission, but that’s not likely.”“So like friends or parents?”“Yes. Mischa would be what a friend would use; Mishka would be what you called a little kid, or perhaps something a girlfriend would use.”“We’ll continue this. Every time Angelicatalks, she mentions his assistants and secretaries.Harry was working in his office with one of his assistant's Marybeth.She was hot and she was wearing a suit with a tight and short skirt, awhite silk shell (with her breasts showing like two plump cantaloupes). She knew that she was hot! Harry was looking at the breasts too (buttalking business to her only).Then, Marybeth started to kiss on his lips. He was surprised. He knewthat he was looking at her. He thought about. Before long it was only, Sharon, Mike, Brad and his girlfriend Carol. I guess the alcohol, partying and sun wore me down. I fell asleep in a lounge chair. I thought I was having a dream, but I slightly opened my eyes and saw the three of them stimulating Sharon. Carol was massaging Sharon's feet and sucking on her toes. Brad was lapping at her pussy and Mike was fondling and sucking on Sharon's big saggy tits. I pretended to still be asleep, but I kept my eyes open just enough to see what was. "Awake? Well ... it's time."She had a hollow thorn with a small leather bottle attached. She jabbed the thorn in his thigh and and squeezed the leather. Flame seared as whatever was in the bottle coursed it's way into his vein. He would be willing to swear as it progressed that the flame followed everywhere the liquid traveled. It was a slow journey to his brain."This'd be quicker if I used your arm ... but quickness is not my aim. Why do you go to the cave?" To report," No No No ... don't.