"Very c'est le dernier cri," she told herself.Her long hair she wore loose flowing down her back and was a rich brown color. Fortunately her skin was ...mooth enough not to require a layer of cosmetics. When she had looked at herself in the mirror that morning, she had been surprised at how vivid her brown eyes had looked despite her not having slept well the night before.As she made her way down she pondered if her spoken French would be adequate? Pierre had hired the best French language. She envisioned it was Tricky between her legs, driving that nice little package in and out repeatedly until a ball of heat increased in her loins. She lifted her legs and spread them wider to allow for deeper penetration. She allowed that conflagration to intensify until it exploded causing her to tremble and scream out. She enjoyed the pulsations caused by the orgasm until they subsided. With heavy breath, she returned to her desktop computer to continue looking through Tricky’s profile. . That helpedbut slowed her down even more. The awkward gait was putting a strain on herlegs too. Stopping to rest she looked back, intending to go back and take themoff. But she was already more than half way to the ladies room. Darlene decidedto keep going for now but she would take these things off as soon as she satisfiedher curiosity with a look in the mirror. As for the fleeing assistant, shedecided in her version it would be just too bad and the next assistant wouldn'tget caught so easily.. She'd settled on wearing a short denim mini skirt, saying, "To get some sun on my legs," as she put it and a light blue sweater on and stood behind me laughing at my attempts to get the barbecue going before disappearing out through the back gate."Here you are, that'll do the trick." and she squirted a long stream of lighter gas onto the pathetically smoking charcoal."WHOOSH"She practically jumped on me as the thing flared up and scared the life out of both of us. It only lasted for a second.