Angie, our secretary, sat at a desk on the oppositeside, facing my door. In the two years she had worked for our group,she had been one of the brighte...t spots in my business life.To put it delicately, Angie was a dish: a five-foot, six-inch Latinafrom the Northwest Side, with thick, wavy raven hair that shimmeredwith blue overtones when the light hit it. She possessed dark,expressive eyes and a voluptuous body that threatened to rip throughwhatever tight outfit she wore on any given day.That. . that was manly or at least OK boy stuff. But peeing? Hmmm. Sounds sick and perverted... or so my judgmental mind spoke to me.My mind spun on. Why had she done that? Why did she suddenly expose herself to me in such a provocative way? A fleeting glimpse of her panties or skinny dipping was one thing, but letting me watch her pee a long stream into the dust of a Sierra back trail... a scarce few feet from me... that was quite another. Had she known about me... about my kink? Or and I couldn't. The blue suit skirt slid down. Underneath – nothing. Just light honey coloured skin and a small patch of black between her legs. Small breasts with erect nipples. She looked at Angela with lust.Ming glared at the two black men saying, “What you stare at? You want my sexy body? You want fuck me? Fuck off! You paid. Leave. I fuck bitch alone. Go. Or I throw you out window!”Having seen how she handled Angela, Jamal and Chris thanked her for the money, blew kisses at Angela, scooped up Angela’s. ”At the counter, Ann said, “Sally is not going to be happy about this.”Sue rolled her eyes and said, “Don’t worry about Sally. She likes Dan.”Stunned by Sue’s answer, Ann asked, “When did she meet Dan?”Not wanting to answer the question, Sue looked around. She noticed the tall woman seated two chairs away. Pretty sure that she recognized the woman, she assumed that she was with the woman seated next to her. Leaning forward, she asked, “Do I know you?”“We’ve never met, but you may recognize me.