Do you know whatI mean?”“Ahh, no, Mr. Tyndall,” replied Chris. “I’m not exactlysure what you mean by playing my cards right.” Chriswas rea...ly quite naive.“Now that you are an executive, Chris, please call meBill.”Chris was surprised at Mr. Tyndall’s lack of formally.It was almost always grounds for termination if anemployee didn’t call Mr. Tyndall, “Mr. Tyndall.”“Bill” also had the derogatory nickname of “Billy Boy.”It was rumored that if you were ever caught calling himthat derogatory name,. . ! What's bugging you so much?"Charity pulled back from him then, wiping and dabbing at her eyes to clear them of tears. She drew a couple of deep breaths; a deep sigh followed. Her smile was weak but brave; she felt as though she could control herself, now. The flooding torrent of tears, she realized, was only the womanly side of her showing. Now, she would have to be objective... describe what she had seen and get her brother's reaction and views concerning it. Objectivity, she recited to. I'm not even sure he registered the fact that Luke from last year was gone and had been replaced by a pretty freshman named Judy. I didn't mind Pete's absence at all. With the place all to ourselves most of the time, Judy and I soon got very comfortable around each other. It was normal for Judy to walk naked from her room to the bathroom to take a shower, or to stumble into the kitchen in the morning in just her panties and a tank top, shuffling around and groggily mumbling for coffee like a. “My mother always said children should be seen, not heard,” she said, her voice honey-smooth. Such a sultry sound. “I thought that was barbaric, but...”I tried to say, “But now you know.” It came out as an unintelligent mush. Drool ran down my chin. I couldn’t stop it. I felt so demeaned. Like such a bad girl. It made my pussy tingle more. My nipples throbbed.“You have been such a trial, Bess,” she continued. “You’ve made me want to pull out my hair with your wild antics. And now ... Your.