I do bad things. I think bad things. I think about doing bad things. I am bad, Sir, MISTER Sir, so very, very bad.”That last comment was also enough...to make me feel that this round of innuendo had officially turned into something new. I also knew that the online Office Communicator was not private, and we really needed to stop using it any further. I got up, and walked down the hall and into her cubicle. “Come with me.” I said flatly, and stood by the door until she got up and walked toward me.. We were using the earth up as fast as we could and we continued to fight each other, the weapons getting bigger and more deadly. Iran, North Korea and Iraq were all trying hard to get weapons of mass destruction and had no qualms about it. Religious zealots and pure crazies ... both those abroad and the home grown kind, like the guy who blew up the FBI building in Oklahoma ... were on the rise. It was pretty depressing to think about.What that really meant was, if I committed to working towards. Except a little more personally involved." That shi ... that stuff don't really happen, that's just a movie." Tanya retorted.Sandi laughed."Yeah, it does happen, Tanya. We've done a little research and found out that it really DOES happen."Tanya was still doubtful from her expression."But it doesn't matter whether someone else actually has done it, or not. WE are going to do it ... are you interested?"Tanya thought a few seconds."What do I have to do?"Sandi gave her a company card. "All you. Slender and hairless at her pubic mound. Her face, even in a rictus of pleasure, was unmarked, flawless and lost to the intense sensation her nimble fingers were causing.Her eyes were closed and her perfectly even and white teeth were biting her lower lip. She drew breath sharply through them as she pinched her hardened and deeply reddened teats and her long neck arched, forcing her shoulders off the floor and pushing her breasts forward as if enticing her fingers to punish the little nerve.