’ Paul’s eyes closed again and when he awoke the next time the man was gone. The room was dimly lit and he sensed rather than saw a nurse hovering...over him checking his pulse and scanning his head with a handheld unit. She looked familiar and after a few moments he looked harder at her and asked, ‘Wendy?’ She smiled at him. ‘Yes Paulie, it’s me,’ she said softly. Paul heard the catch in her voice as she answered and saw her eyes mist over. Tears dripped from her incredibly long lashes. ‘Not for. .. or, indirectly, for, and, let me tell you, I have worked with some prize assholes in my time. If you've worked for any length of time you have some experience with this kind of person, too, usually accepted as "kept alive only through the Brady Bill". The kind of person who, when you first meet them, you're not thrilled with, but, when you really get to know them, you despise.Fortunately his office did not use any of our girls as "staff" so the only loss was some of my time.Given the loss of. I grabbed a hold of his head and held him, the ache between my thighs becoming unbearable. He moved back up, pulled my shirt off and kissed me again. He moaned as I moaned. He then moved my hand out from under his shorts and took them off, telling me to take mine off as well. I hesitated. ‘We can’t do it here.’ I said. He just looked at me. ‘Why not?’ He said. ‘Because someone might hear, my bed is squeaky.’ He got out of the bed, laid a few blankets and a pillow on the floor. I didn’t want to. I was happy that i was reporting to her and she is actually trying to make a back up in her place for mumbai division, as she would be moved be moving abroad to set up a new branch and handle things there…Days passed by running through hot summer i did my best sitting in my cabin watching all girls some where or the other i had that emptiness and i wish i could gather courage to approach a lady for a relation which was totally out of my box,I always wondered reading stories, how guys manage to.