So not something I’d have to really think about for now. Except that I then noticed the attached note: ‘Brenda, this important Affirmative Action ...�� action – should be highlited in our company newsletter. We think that a woman – like you – should right a story about it and issue it in the next – issue. Bob.’ Well. At least it was clear that my job as an editor was not in any danger of being superfluous – with that level of sterling prose issuing from the great minds of the Executive Floor. I. I strolled into the kitchen with a towel wrapped around me. Cal was standing there in all his glory holding out a cup of coffee for me. “What’s with the towel? After last night there is not much either of us has to hide.”“Habit,” I said as I dropped the towel and I took the coffee.We went into the living room and sat next to each other on the couch. “Last night was really incredible. You really surprised me in several ways,” he said.“Is that your standard morning greeting for all the girls you. She whispered in a hoarse voice. Next, I took out the honey and poured it over her boobs. The honey got mixed with the milk already oozing out of her melons. I started tasting it with my mouth. I was sucking and licking her boobs to my heart’s content. I gave her a deep kiss on her lips.Me: Now I hope you have guessed what this one is too.Vasanthi: Yes. Yes. It was honey, right?Me: Absolutely. Now time for the next object.I widened her legs to have access to her honey pot. It was glistening. Her phone, which had been her electronic leash for the previous three weeks, and which was nestled in the front pocket of her shorts, was going steadily more quiet with Carl taking over her email account and keeping in contact with all of her customers. Even her friends had stopped texting her since she'd been too busy to keep up with replies, and plus it was harder and harder coming up with excuses why she and Stacy were too busy to get together with them. It was depressing.Olivia had tried to.