Once in the car (Mrs. King wouldn't start the car until the girl buckled up), and heading out the lot, Samantha spoke again, "I live at the Sanford Ar...s. It's in the other direction."The driver told her, "I'm not taking you there. They probably have somebody waiting. I'm taking you to my home."The girl pulled out the gun. But she waited until they came to a red light. "Stop the car, and let me out."Mrs. King told her, "I'm not unlocking the doors."The girl, now, pointed the gun at her, "I said. "You're late." stated my boss with a gruff and vaguely pissedtone. I attempted to explain the situation, but he wanted to hearnothing of it. Despite being late, he allowed me to sit down and presentmy position as to why I should be promoted.I fumbled and stumbled over my words, trying to remember my PowerPoint,but eventually made it to the end. My bossed seemed somewhat intriguedat the beginning, but that quickly turned to an annoyed and boredattitude as displayed by his face. At the end,. I am a bit disgusted I find myself slightly aroused by her. Her black chin length hair that fancifully walks the edges of her lips when ferociously annoyed by my lack of attention to her. It bothers her I wont acknowledge what the others do almost immediately, that she is indeed a very sexy person. Maybe it’s the way she glances at my crotch a little when I go by her in the hallways at work. There is sexual tension in the air. And she thinks oddly of me as I do her, I’m sure. But she. I met his mom, and we hit it off immediately. I think she thought I'd be a good influence on her son, who was a little too popular in her mind, and a little too uninterested in academics, which is why at 18 he was still in high school. I ended up talking to her most of the time, as he watched TV. Eventually after the first few times we spent more and more time alone in his room, playing games, but mostly kissing. His mom started going out after my parents dropped me off; I think she thought.