We need to talk about something," he said.She closed the door and came over sitting on the chair in front of his large imposing desk. "What is it, Sir..." she asked innocently."Miss Moore–may I call you Crystal?" he asked."Yes, Sir." Okay Crystal, we have a problem. You seem to spend a lot of time away from your desk and I have to wonder if you are getting your work done."This afternoon I looked for you to see how you were doing on the Davidson proposal and I couldn't find you anywhere. Then I. It was a little disappointing, but I started to consider paying to play, until I came across this one posting. There wasn’t any pictures but as soon as I sent her a message, we ended up talking about getting together, even trading photos. Her pictures were a little grainy but she had a great smile and the cell phone pictures she sent me of her butt and little titties excited me. Savannah told me she worked the front desk at a hotel on the other side of town and in another email she told me to. I knew how to use brakes, metal shears and punch-presses. To be honest about it, I thought it was a complete waste of time and money, but Dad insisted that I needed that degree framed and hanging on the wall in the office, and since he was paying for it, I hung in there.I considered my relationship with Susan to be solid. We had been sexually intimate since her eighteenth birthday (I was a month older), and we were in our last semester and already trying to settle on a date for our wedding.Then. Compared to her looking like seline from underworld... i stood no chance, for so i thought.I ask the bartender for another beer, as she gets it for me, who would walk over but her, the woman i was just checking out. She comes over and tells me her name is Jackie. I introduce myself and we proceed to do that awkward chit chat before you hook up. After two more beers shes asks me to leave with her. In no time i ask for the check and we make it to her place.She takes me to the bedroom, we start.