The clock on the wall said four-thirty. Janet’s mother was in the living room watching talk shows on TV. Her father wouldn’t be home from work unt...l six. He’d probably start in on her the minute he walked in the door. He’d say, ‘You call that dinner, fat ass!’ or ‘Hey, fat ass, did you do your homework?’ Janet wondered how Ben’s parents treated him. Better than mine, that’s for sure, she thought. Almost unconsciously, Janet walked to the door of her bedroom and locked it. She then unbuckled the. The receptionist gave me a small slip that informed me I was now referred to as Case 432 and I wondered if they already had 431 problems to take care of on that bright, but cold spring day.Several other potential FBI persons of interest or actual suspects in some nefarious plot were sitting nervously around the waiting room and I speculated right away that the entire area was under video and sound surveillance to glean additional background details on the visitors. That thought prompted me to. A nice hot soak did wonders for healing her injuries. Once she was able to stand for short times I would take her into the shower and wash her from top to bottom. This process involved my undressing her and redressing her each time. Of course being a shower it was necessary that I also be naked. It was a little awkward at first since neither of us were used to nudity in the presence of the other but there are times when some things just need to be done. Seeing her naked and developing body had. ” said Mr. Freeman. Angela wasn’t quick to give up her well-deserved raise. She rebutted. “Please sir, you’ve been working me real hard.”“Working you real hard?” He began to stare at Angela.“Ms. Garcia, I haven’t worked you as hard as I possibly can, you haven’t earned a Christmas bonus.”“What can I do to earn one?” asked Angela sensually.Mr. Freeman formed a sly smile on his face as his eyes seem to fall to Angela’s chest. “Come around my desk and we’ll see.” Curious, Angela walked round the.