We did it a lot."I laughed and slapped him on the arm. "You say she asks about me?" Well, not so much," he said, grinning widely."What did you say to ...ngie?" I didn't say anything but I think she knows. That may be the reason she's been so... cranky." You should tell her," I counseled him. If Angie became angry and moved out it would solve a lot of problems. Hell, she could move in with Tammy. But who was I to tell him Angie deserved to know he had slept with Deborah Simmons? I guarded my. I mainly did the fetch and carrying and other mundane duties like loading the vehicles and working in the dispatch department.One day I was asked to help with a rush order that needed to go out later that day, I went to the guy who normally did the order picking and he thrust the order in my hands and told me to crack on ! I said are you not going to supervise and he said fuck that!! And laughed and said on the job training. The next afternoon I could see the warehouse manager glaring at me. ’ Tom’s reply was murmured quietly as he was suddenly entranced by Jemma’s beautiful eyes. ‘Do you want a coffee?’ Jemma broke her hypnotic stare, startling Tom. ‘Y-y-e-a-a, that would be good.’ Jemma got up, and walked slowly into the kitchen, swaying her hips in a slow and sexy motion. Tom couldn’t stop himself from watching her, she looked so beautiful. Jemma’s perfume still lingered in the air, her fantastic, exotic perfume that made Tom’s head spin. The smell was so luxurious and relaxing.. Well I don't know." Let's see." Slowly she started to unpack the case. Each item she held up to the light as if to inspect it and then placed it carefully on the bed. First she took out the black dress, which seemed rather short. Then the shoes. Next a long brown skirt. Then a white top. A sponge bag that looked very much like my one. A make up bag, a pink mini-skirt, a bright pink swimsuit, long black skirt, a blue top. Two cotton summer frocks. A red top in a stretchy material. A hand-bag..