He thrilled at her courage. But he had to correct her. Start as you mean to go on. “ Yes what?” She looked puzzled for a moment and then realisat...on dawned. A small, wicked smile played at the corners of her mouth as she spoke. Loud and clear…and sexily drawled: “ Yes Sir, Mr Fordham Sir. What ever you say Sir!” He roared approval in his laugh. It was her cheeky brat phrase. The one she had been using on him in the office for two years now. The one that said “Pull your head in. Don’t get too. "What way is that?" I winked at her."Okay, are you having CRS here, Mister? You know, can't remember shit? How in the hell do you think that you'd find out? Meet me tonight outside of work. Say seven pm, if you don't forget that, too, Grandpa. I hear that you live close enough that you walk to work, so I'll go home with you tonight. I trust that you won't panic when you see it for yourself. You can decide what to do about it then," Kay leaned in to kiss me, causing me to get harder at this. "Hi boys! I'd say you're looking great! I like you so much!" she thought it was the only way to get in touch with them and she greatly wanted it in her current mood."Thank you!" Mike said, stressing the word "you". "You are so fucking great-looking that it gets us high and hard if you're old enough to get the point of what I say!" he said to her, grinning.She thought she saw the devilish fires in his shining eyes and looked at his well-rippled chest, to his 6-pack stomach and finally down to. " And my voice won't?" I said grasping at straws in a final attempt totalk him out of this."With your accent probably not," Mike gave me a faint smile, "Becauseyou don't have a particularly deep voice and if you speak quietly andkeep your tone's light you'll sound awfully like Ruth Archer off theradio." Oh!" So just relax and it will be fine." Mike said giving my knee areassuring squeeze through the nylon of my stockings. "Because tonightSusie, you are my girlfriend, and we're out celebrating.