Carol said we needed to talk. I put on my best listening attitude and waited to see what about.“I’d like to know if you have any other girlfriends...or lovers,” she asked. When I said I didn’t, she continued, “Well, I do have other lovers and the only reason I’m mentioning it now is that I am going away with one of them for almost a week and I felt you deserved an explanation. You have never asked me about that and I don’t know how much you want to know but I will be honest with any of your. I asked her about those and she explained that her office was also a storage space. I questioned why she had an office at the age of 17. She said cause I've been with this company for 3 years and I am that damn good at my job. She had worked for the company when she lived down in Miami and then transferred up her when her mom got transferred.I jokingly asked her if she'd model one of the bikinis. We both laughed but then she asked if I really wanted her to. I said of course. She got a hesitant. Despite all her misgivings, she responded, and held his face to hers. "I'm not going to make out on the grass..." she managed between mouthfuls..."in full view of the world ... Bradley, are you listening?"He wasn't, and held her in a clinch for a long time. When he deigned to let her up, she agreed to take him home.Some time later she watched him languidly from her bed as he stood by the glass. He was nude, as she was, and she admired his buns. Bradley had just fixed them both a drink and was. So when do you plan to meet?" she asked."Well I'm in a meeting now, so when is good for you? I'm pretty flexible." I said."How about we meet at Old George's Chicken Coop tonight?" she asked."I expect that is a possibility," I agreed. "You aren't wasting my time I hope." I'm more worried about you wasting mine," She said."Well, I guess we will both just have to feel our way along," I said. Yes I knew we both looked a little butch, so it sounded suggestive. I really didn't care how it sounded. We.