That was ten years ago.Her name was Helen. She was a very sweet girl, but awful quiet. That made things easy, I was quiet too. Mostly we'd sit togethe..., saying and doing nothing, letting our minds wander wherever they would. Sometimes we'd say our thoughts out loud. That's how we came up with some of our best ideas, like the go-kart. We devised for a vehicle so fascinating, it was sure to win us something or other. Designs and engineering went smoothly. Construction, however, didn't- long story. I collapsed back in frustration. She stood listening intently, wagging her finger at me. If that sleaze-ball Greg knew knew she was naked while she talked to him he’d probably cum in his pants. ‘Why can’t Barry handle it Greg? You know I’m off today.’ I could hear faint buzzing from the phone as she stared at something far away. ‘All right. I’ll be there in an hour.’ ‘What the fuck…’ I exclaimed. ‘There’s spammers on our mail server. A D.O.S attack. That dipshit Barry pulled out the plug on the. But, I blew it off, because I knew I didn't know any one this bold, as the message said, in a seductive voice. I'm sorry that I missed your call. But, if you leave your name and number, I'll get back to you soon. Hehehe- giggled the voice after the message.Wow, she giggles like my Aunt, I thought, leaving my name and number while trying to get my cock to settle down. I went about my day, but, I couldn't get that ad out of my mind. Along with the fact that I felt I knew her and that giggle.My. Her father had spent his whole life building the family business, amassing a considerable fortune in the process. When he succumbed to a heart attack two years earlier, his wife had unravelled like a ball of string, joining her husband within the year. They said she died of a broken heart, although Mary Ellen wondered just who the hell "they" were. She had also inherited the reins of the family business, which should have been solid enough to provide her with sufficient income to live.