She high-stepped it towards the staff door, teasing in her tuneful voice as she left, ‘It’s not going to happen!’ ‘I’m your boss!’ I snapp...d. ‘Oh, okay then,’ she opened the door and leaned back to face me. Then she stuck out her tongue, ‘Pft-th-th-th-THT! ‘You’re fired!’ I laughed as she shut the door. I think that’s when the dithering back-and-forth banter started between Amelia and myself. I had been right about her, Amelia was the glue that got the rest of the student pages to come. I had a trip coming up in two weeks so if Carol was doing something when I was gone that is when it would happen. The question was what to do about it? How was I supposed to find out what was going on? I couldn't fake my itinerary and stay home and follow her since my travel arrangements were common knowledge and we talked with the Dayton office daily. If I wasn't there when I was supposed to be some one in Dayton would ask where I was and Carol and Brian would know. A private detective was. As well as her VERY sexy ass. He knew that if he were himself, he'd have blown a VERY large load by now, and he chucked inwardly...this was WAAAAAAY cool!!"Going to put you on now, okay baby?" Julie told/asked Mark as she picked him up. The panties tightened in her hands. Mark felt her light touch as she held him by the waistband and spread his upper form. He sensed/felt/saw her legs as she stepped into him. He could feel/sense/see her legs as the sexy material he now was, whisked against her. Elkie was also a pretty good songwriter, responsible for a lot of their work, and she made sure she got the writing and composing credits, pushing up her cut of the royalties considerably. The group had toyed with various names-Frozen Eyes, PanicBitch, and Goodbye Lucille amongst those rejected, before settling on Sock Puppetz, the 'z' hopefully giving them a harder edge. Kent played rhythm and sang, Elkie was on bass and backing vocals, sometimes keyboards and sometimes lead on songs she'd.