I guess she learned something today after all."Sir, 3 weeks from tomorrow night is the Senior Prom. With the economy the way it is today, some of us g...t worried. Well, Gerald and Thomas started checking around, and almost 25% of our class won't be able to afford to go. That's tickets, Tuxedo's and Prom dresses. So the guys came up with the idea of holding a dance next Saturday night. It is to be an '80's night, so parents could come too. The idea is that it will be a fundraiser. I guess I. Sitting in the manager's office was bad enough, but her habit of crossing and un-crossing her legs in a time of anxiety made her nerves much worse. She didn't even know why a talk before starting the new job was necessary, was he not sure of her workmanship? The door opened, and striding in came the manager. Sarah held back a gasp of astonishment. This man was perfection. Dark blue eyes with hair that seemed to shine like gold. To think of it, this whole body seemed to glisten like gold. High. Steps in, and is within a foot of me by the time the soft-close mechanism latches. He stands behind me, eyes fixed on mine over my shoulder. He can surely detect my thudding heartbeat; quickening when he steps in and scoops my hair back. I shiver. The sweetness of flavoured tonic sliced by the sharpness of gin fizzes my senses as his lips brush my neck.Being under his spell is so anti-me. Across town, my husband tends to the kids and prepares dinner while I prepare to sin. What began as flirty. "Isn't that thing hanging out of what's left of Buckmann's pants his..." Yep," Arlene answered. "I think our husband shortened him up a bit."Arlene froze the vid for all to see the gruesome sight of Buckmann split open. Selina peeked over the seat after finally conquering her stomach. Her eyes got big and she ducked her head the second time, trying to suppress a gag.Arlene hit Play again. The edited video showed different angles, and eventually the fight in slow motion. A bit later, Diana.