She stepped through the doors into the hotbox of stress and fatigue and weary small talk. Turning to face the doors as they closed, she was pushed b...ckwards by shifting bodies. She felt something rubbing against her ass through her dress--something bulky and hard. A security badge, of course. Some male employees wore theirs clipped to their waistbands, and although she was a solid six feet tall, the man she was backed up against was taller. One floor, two floors, three. Each filling the. He had long, fair hair, fair complexion and blue eyes. He was about to visit with his aunt and uncle on their farm, not far away. He was usually fairly easy going by nature but when riled, had a short temper. He kept his favorite hunting knife in the glove compartment of his truck. Not many people messed with him. Lee was several inches shorter. He had an olive complexion with short, thick black hair and green eyes. He was going to stay with Shawn on the farm overnight, on his way north to. He was sitting on the narrower couch with Will while Henrietta separated her two beaus on the three-seater. In a sentiment common among all of his friends, Harry couldn't believe his luck that he had found someone he felt was so special who actually liked him as well -- Marilyn was the only one he would accept "those jokes" from and even then it was usually a reference to the magic he could perform with his wand.[ Marilyn ]Marilyn had always had an artistic side and had thrown herself into. “Take care of the lady wife for me Charlie. I might be gone for a while, and I know you two get on well together.” Now Charles wondered what he meant by that? Was it a trap? Sandra must have let something slip by now, and her husband must have guessed they had become sexual partners. So why was he saying it? “I’ll try to help all I can. This is a good job, I wouldn’t want to mess things up.” Charles held open the car door for the older man. “Good. What ever happens, she was good to.