I ask if we might get to know each other better. You say you would like that. I ask if there is somewhere we can go to have some privacy. You hesitat... for a few seconds and say we could go up to your room. We hold hands as we walk to the elevator. I feel a little nervousness in your hand, and I say I’m going to kiss you when we get in the elevator. Looking into your eyes, I see that maybe you would like that. As soon as the door closes, I take you in my arms and kiss you deeply. Our lips and. He felt some sort of obligation to thank her or something for that morning’s dalliance, and the next day, when he came in and she wasn’t at her desk, he wondered if maybe the fact that he didn’t do anything had somehow offended her. There was a memo at his desk, though, saying ‘Sorry, talking with Reg, I’ll be in later. -V’, next to the regular checklist. He twisted his mouth at the thought of Reg monopolizing all her time. He got an inkling in his head to go have a word with him about getting. Hardesy give me a wave as he turned the corner to park his car. A few minutes later and he was there. "Morning, John," he said as he unlocked the door. "How are the ribs?"I stared at Mr. Hardesy. I had no idea how he always seemed to know what was going on in town."What? You didn't think I'd find out about the antics at the dance last night?" Well, at least not that quickly, Mr. Hardesy," I replied. "My ribs will be fine, though, thanks. The doctor said they're just bruised." You sure stuck. Betty started to laugh. "Every time an important RFP comes in Mr. Achsole tells Mr. Harris he will take care of it personally," she said."So, what you are saying is that Thad handles all of the important proposals himself?" I asked."No. What I am saying is that Mr. Achsole tells Mr. Harris he is writing those proposals but what he is doing is having his proposal writing superstar write the proposals and then Mr. Achsole takes credit for them," Betty said."I always knew Thad was an asshole but.