“Do you have someone else that could be here for some passing drills?” I questioned.“Yes, my sister Sammy. She's a little younger, but she plays...basketball too,” she replied.We agreed to meet at 2:00 again the next day.The next day Sarah and her sister Sammy were waiting for me at the hoop when I arrived. Sammy looked a lot like her older sister. She was thin with long, blond hair. She wasn’t quite as tall, but she was more than a year younger. We quickly repeated the drills from yesterday. A young man needs to get all the experience he can before he gets married, don't you agree, Kurt?"Kurt knew just what his big-titted mother was leading up to. "Oh yeah, sure, Mom," he stammered and waited to see what she would do next.Gloria got up to get a glass. She deliberately leaned over the sink so that Jeff would see her ass when her shorts rode up. She took longer than necessary to select a glass. Rather than sitting back down in her chair, she sat on the edge of the heavy table so that. ’ ‘Why — that was the only candidate without a college or university degree?’ said the office manager. ‘That’s conceded, but she does have a most relevant qualification, a business school diploma in office administration and is certificated at currently maintaining a minimum of 160 per minutes in shorthand and is trained to operate a range of stenography equipment. That is more that sufficient I would have thought. We are not filling a position requiring an MBA or a law degree and I do point. You are admonished from this instance, but if you slip up just once more, the company will be forced to let you go. You are now on probation for six months.’ My job was saved but not my reputation. Gossip spread across the office like wildfire and I was henceforth known as the Depraved Demon of Windham Securities. No matter how polite or nice I was, hell I even spent forty dollars on cookies a colleague was selling for their kid, it was always assumed I was just playing an angle. Some feared.