” Advanced electronics, radio transmitters, and computers at the top of her worry list.“We’re going to have to make do with whatever we have on ...and when the shit hits the fan. We won’t see any replacements in this lifetime,” Sheila noted as she took the folder from my hands. “Or the next.” She sighed and dropped the report into the red cabinet.“You need to practice the OneTouch filing system, Sky. Touch a piece of paper only once. Don’t let a document in your hands go until you have a home for. Thanks to her daily exercise, her stomach and thighs were tight and firm.As she sank into the hot bubbly water she still wondered what the dinner was about.As Carole was putting the final touches on her make-up the phone rang announcing the car had arrived to take her to the restaurant. A final check in the mirror and she was off hoping to get some answers soon as to what was going on.Dave met her as she exited the car at the restaurant and escorted her to the private dining room.She asked him. Her feet were forced into an arch and encased with shadows, her beautiful, youthful legs encased by a paper-thin layer of cream, crowned by satin bows of a silkier shade. A ruffling shadow held her hips and only concealed her thighs, the shadow meeting the silky cream at the perfect interval. Her eyes were drawn as magnets to the former place of her employment, the coffee shop on the corner, as her mind danced around the thought of Will I ever see him again…? I shouldnt want to see him. Marcia was waiting for him, dressed in a silk night-gown. She looked at him warmly as he carefully alighted on the soft sofa cushions by her side and George knelt before them, still grasping his hand. Marcia pulled him close and kissed him softly."I know you'll have earned your keep for a month where you were today. We're going to treat ourselves to some alcoholic aperitifs this evening, and treat young Georgina to some too; I'm sure we're both very grateful for her help. Then we'll all cuddle.