She later confirmed I got seconds a number of times. I remarked about how she’d made Biff’s day and wondered how he was handling it. We now had a ...eal hold on him, I figured.I didn’t see Biff for a week. I finally made a point to find him and tell him things were OK. “Hey Biff, what happened the other day is OK. Carol thought it was funny.”“YOU TOLD HER?”“Of course! We don’t keep secrets. What did Brenda think?”“I CAN’T tell her! She’d kill me.”Just as I thought. Great blackmail material. Now. He made contact with a reporter from the Village Voice whowanted to hear his bizarre tale, and if he thought it was able to bebacked up with solid proof it would be in the paper on Monday, andLoriCorp would be finished! He made his way through the apartmentcleaning it up and disposing of the mess he had made over the past fewdays. He decided that he shouldn't lay low any longer, besides, hereally needed to go for a run and release some of this tension that hadbeen building up to intolerable. Trust me, but didn’t anyone tell you that patience is a virtue?’ That smile again. That fucking stupid, sexy smile. He’s teasing me. He probably expects me to go down on my knees begging for his cock, but I can tease too. ‘Fine,’ I shrug off the seductive poise and shake his hands from my wrists. ‘Shall we get back to work then?’ I catch the glimpse of a furrow in his brow before I take my clothes back on and return to my easel and canvas. He reluctantly returns to his previous pose, but he. I offered this grieving wife an escort to her corvette so the parking attendant would not tow it. As we walked down the hallway, I noticed her ample large breast, the way they hung and bounced as she walked. She walked tall and dignified in those red pumps and nude colored penny hose. She walked like a woman who fucked a lot. Later in the night Susan returns to the nurses' station, she asked me to assist her rotate her husband. As I walk back to his room, her breast rub up against my arm, she.