I wandered out of the kitchen waiting to see if she would make like she was actually putting away groceries just to make her story more believable, sh... just stood there watching me, waiting for me to leave, trying to hide the smile growing on her face.Chapter 2I walked up to my room and grabbed a clean pair of shorts and a t-shirt, walked back to the bathroom, grabbing a towel on the way, and turned on the shower. Stripping out of my clothes that I had worn for practice, I admired myself in the. I must admit, I almost missed the first one. Ana was sitting straight, her knees glued together and she was wetting her lips. She seemed really into it. I turned my attention back to the game just in time to the only canadian on either squad clear the puck from in front of the goalie, after which I proudly shouted: "That's my home boy!" I know, I'm a dork. The pace slowed down a lot. A couple of off-sides, icings, pucks flipped outside of the rink. That's when something unusual happened.. Looking back, it seems like fate was intervening. I was merely a broke, badly paid temp sent by an agency while she had just been promoted to quite a senior position. She was a thirty five year old career minded woman who had been shattering glass ceilings, effortlessly, wherever she found them.When she took over the office in which I worked, part of the treasury department, I couldn't help but be impressed - from a purely professional perspective, I mean. She seemed incredibly confident and if. Looks better than its license plate would have you guess. Nice upholstery. Compact." I'll have a think. No promises. Have you got a spec sheet?" He sounded uncertain but Freddie was pretty sure he'd go for Denise. He was sure to be interested in seeing her trained from scratch, Freddie felt; he'd often talked about his ideas on training methods. Denise had got the sort of comfortable shape he went for, too: not too skinny, not too tall.Freddie tossed over the SD Card with its encrypted cache of.