Although odd she thought nothing of it. Her coworkers were all ranting and raving about this psychologist the office was paying for, he came to work a...d would have a private session once weekly with the people who sighned up. Josie wasn't feeling the need but the other women in the office were insistent that his sessions were the****utic and besides you get to relax paid for an hour a week. She finally agreed and sighned up. Maxwell was a bit more than she expected when she walked into the back. He moved his head up towards me as I moved my head down to his – and we kissed. I had never kissed anyone before in my life like I kissed James then. My heart raced up off the scale as James’ lips met mine and he parted them slightly, and then I felt his warm tongue drift in to my mouth. He placed his arms around my waist, and we stood there snogging in the middle of the deserted locker room! As our tongues hungrily explored each other mouths, James pulled me closer to him, and I felt his abs. " Great! Right then, Mr H, I'll get on with the cleaning. You go and do your thing and I'll let you know when I'm finished." OK, Sharon!"Richard was appalled. It was like Sharon was looking on things as part of her job, an extension of her cleaning: a duty that possibly she owed to Rachel. He had to do something about it but wasn't at all sure what. Sharon was so bossy!He quietly got on with some work, made and drank a cup of coffee on his own mid-morning and got no further with deciding how to. By nine o'clock in the evening, he realized he was too drunk to drive. He thought hard for a solution where he did not have to leave his truck behind. After much drunken thought, finally got a brainstorm. "Call me a tow truck." You're a tow truck," the bartender yelled at him."Hey, I'm serious. I'm too drunk to drive. I want my truck with me so I'll just get it towed back to the house. Then I can ride in the two truck okay?" This seemed a perfectly logical solution.Hank rode home with the tow.