. you know ... the point where her thighs turns softly into her sweet ass-cheeks. When she bends even slightly, you get just a hint of her little ass....But, that was all fine with me since she has a nearly perfect shape in all respects. As my eyes traveled from her jean shorts upward, I noticed that she was young ... very young. She had long brown hair, and brown eyes. She had the cutest face I had seen in a long time. A friend who knew her a little told me she was nineteen. I had trouble. If Marshall were to walk in, she thought, and grinned lopsidely, he wouldn't believe it. She'd always been after him to tidy up his messes, harassing the poor guy about beer cans and ashtrays. As if any of that had been important.Her ex-husband would fall over if he could see the two deliciously naked women on the living room carpet now--the maturely rounded redhead with the big tits and the exceedingly hairy snatch; the tiny girl looking as if she had been lovingly polished from head to foot,. I'm not stupid. I just said I saw you do it. You've been all overher. How is she supposed to learn the routines if you keep knockingher down?" I'm sorry..." Look, there's no way I'm going out there and have her stumblingaround and making the whole squad look bad. So you either starthelping her or I'll get like her little friend Sarah or someone andreplace you." Okay! I said I was sorry, Heidi."After brushing grass off my shirt and shorts and checking my knees fordamage?nothing-- I got back. Now, I've already illustrated that order and principle are prettyimportant in our jobs. Some gods get to handle some quite creativestuff. I have drinks with a couple of them that do, like Cho, the god ofrock and roll, or Barry, the office joker and god of hailstones(precipitation division), who's surprisingly imaginitive andunpredictable a lot of the time.However, for most of us lower-downs, what's required is order andconsistency. It's repetitive work, but someone's got to make sure thatall.