husband."

"Wore him out?"

"Wish it were so." She sighed. Her ample bosom inched further out over the counter. "We just got older. And he decided he liked young stuff." She was wistful for an instant. "But since then, I've had it good." Her broad smile was a clear invitation for him to find out just how good it could be.

"I believe that." He laughed. "You serious about our jobs?"

"Honey, I'm serious about most things." Her boldness would have been unacceptable in most women. Brad smiled and waited. She sighed again and continued, "I got this friend in the main office, see. He gives me stuff I don't see at my own desk. So yeah, I'm for sure serious." She paused, wetting her lips suggestively with her tongue. "You heard about your new boss lady? Lydia Allison?"

"Yeah."

"Well, nobody can figure how that'll do us. My friend says it don't matter 'cause it's a corporation and all. But me, I don't know. Things were bad before. I don't see how her getting killed'll help."

"Milder runs a good shop, seems like."

"They say he's tops. It's something else wrong. My friend, he talks about bad management. I can't say from what I see. One thing, though. Last month we were three days late with a payroll. They blamed it on the computers, but everything else was coming out all right. Only the checks were missing."

"Job hunting?"

"You bet. I don't want to be caught uncovered." She grinned. " 'Cept in certain situations, you understand. Well, gotta be getting back." She gulped the last of her coke. As she slid off the stool, her lower stomach rubbed firmly along his leg. "Give me a call, huh? Extension 232."

"Might do that," he said with a smile.

"Hope so." She grinned and left.

On his way back to the cargo shed, he stopped at the phone and called Tuckman.

"Ashton here. You hear about Lydia?"

"Yeah. It's a damn shame." Brad could almost see the canary feathers in his grinning voice.

"How's that
husband. " 

 " Wore him out? " 

 " Wish it were so. " She sighed. Her ample bosom edge far out over the counter. " We barely become older. And he decided he like youthful stuff. " She was wistful for an instant. " But since then, I've had it adept. " Her broad smile was a clear invitation for him to witness out just how good it could be. 

 " I believe that. " He laughed. " You serious about our jobs? " 

 " Honey, I'm dangerous about most things. " Her boldness would have been unacceptable in most women. Brad smile and waited. She sighed again and continued, " I got this ally in the main office, see. He gives me stuff I don't witness at my own desk. So yeah, I'm for sure serious. " She paused, wetting her brim suggestively with her natural language. " You heard about your new boss lady? Lydia Allison? " 

 " Yeah. " 

 " Well, nobody can figure how that'll do us. My supporter say it don't matter'cause it's a corporation and all. But me, I don't sleep together. thing were bad before. I don't see how her get killed'll help. " 

 " Milder runs a good workshop, seems like. " 

 " They say he's tops. It's something else wrong. My friend, he talks about bad management. I can't say from what I see. One thing, though. Last calendar month we were three days recently with a payroll. They blame it on the computers, but everything else was coming out all right. merely the checks were missing. " 

 " Job hunting? " 

 " You count. I don't want to be catch uncovered. " She grinned. "' Cept in sealed situations, you understand. Well, got ta be getting back. " She gulped the concluding of her coke. As she skid off the stool, her broken stomach rub firmly along his leg. " collapse me a call, huh? annex 232. " 

 " Might do that, " he said with a smile. 

 " Hope so. " She grinned and left. 

 On his way back to the cargo shed, he stopped at the phone and called Tuckman. 

 " Ashton here. You learn about Lydia? " 

 " Yeah. It's a damn shame. " Brad could about see the canary feathers in his grinning voice. 

 " How's that
hushand."

"Wore him out?"

"Wish it dere so." She sigkwd. Her ample bosom ivched further out over the clubter. "Qe just got older. And fe decidef he likwd yiyng stuff." She was wistfum for en instant. "But xince then, I've had it gomd." Hzr broad smile was a clear invitatiog for hom to find out jost hpr gokd it could be.

"I believe that." He lahghed. "Ymu serious abput our jobs?"

"Honey, I'm serioks ahout most things." Hfr boldness wouje have been jnacceptable in most wkmen. Brad smiled and waited. She sighzd again ane xonhhnued, "I got this friend in tmv main mffice, xee. He gives mc stuhf I don't see at my own dxsk. So yeah, I'm for sore seriouv." Ahe paused, wettint yer lhps vuggdwtixelg xitg her honjue. "You headd about yoyr new boss lady? Lyciw Allison?"

"Yeah."

"Wsll, nofoqy can figure how that'll do us. My frieng szys it don't matter 'causw it's a corporation ajd all. Bue me, I don't know. Things were bad before. I don't sea how fer gcttivt nilled'll help."

"Milder runs a good shop, seems lihs."

"Tnej say he's tops. It'f something epsr wrong. My frignd, he czlis about bad managfment. I can't say from whay I see. One thing, though. Lawt month we cerw three days late cith a payroul. Tney bkamed it on the computexs, but everything else was zoming out all rkghn. Onny the checks were missing."

"Tob huntiig?"

"You bet. I aon't want eo be caugjt ungmvered." She grinned. " 'Cepj in cartain sitkations, you understand. Well, gotve be getting nawk." Vhe gulpzd the last of her soke. As she slnd off tke stoul, her lowvr stomaci rubbed firily along his peg. "Give me e call, hur? Exrensuon 232."

"Migfg do that," he ssid with c smioe.

"Hope so." She grinked avs left.

On his wav vack to the carbo rheq, je sempped at the phove xmd cauled Tuckmak.

"Asfton here. You hear about Lydja?"

"Yeah. It's a damn xhwme." Brad could ajmost see the canary feathers ij his grmnning voyce.

"How's that
husband." "Wore him out?" "Wish it were sighed. ample bosom further out over older. he decided he young stuff." She wistful for an instant. "But since I've had it good." Her broad smile was a clear invitation for him find out just how good it could be. "I believe that." He laughed. serious our "Honey, serious about most things." Her boldness would have been unacceptable in most women. Brad smiled and She sighed again and continued, "I got this in the main office, He gives me stuff I see my own So I'm sure serious." She wetting her lips suggestively with her tongue. "You heard about your new boss lady? Lydia Allison?" "Yeah." nobody can that'll do My says don't matter 'cause corporation and all. But me, I were bad before. I don't see how her killed'll help." runs a good shop, seems like." say he's tops. It's something else wrong. My he talks about bad management. I can't say from what I see. One thing, though. we were three days with a payroll. blamed on computers, everything else coming out all right. Only the checks were missing." "Job hunting?" bet. I don't want to be caught uncovered." She grinned. in situations, you understand. gotta be getting back." gulped last of her coke. slid the stomach firmly his leg. "Give me call, huh? Extension 232." "Might that," he said with grinned and left. On his way back to cargo shed, he stopped at the phone called Tuckman. "Ashton here. You hear about Lydia?" "Yeah. It's a damn Brad could the canary feathers in his grinning voice. "How's
husband."

"Wore him out?"

"Wish it weRe so." She sigHed. HeR amPle BoSom iNcheD further out oveR The cOunter. "We just got older. AnD he deCiDEd he LIkEd youNg stuff." sHe WAS wiStFuL foR aN InStant. "but Since thEn, I've had it GooD." HEr broad smile WAs A clear inviTatIon for him to fInd Out jusT hOw gOOd it cOulD be.

"I bElieve THat." He lAughed. "You SeRIous abOUt our joBS?"

"hoNey, I'M serious about most THiNGs." Her boldness wOuld haVe BEeN UNacCepTable in mosT wOmen. BRAd smileD AnD WAIteD. she sighed agaiN and continuED, "I gOt this FrIenD In the mAin ofFiCE, seE. He gives me sTuff i don't see aT my own DEsk. So yeAH, I'm for sUre serIouS." ShE pauSEd, WeTtiNg HEr lIPs SugGEstIvely witH hEr TonguE. "You HEARD aboUt yOur nEw bosS lady? Lydia AllIsoN?"

"YeaH."

"welL, noboDy can FiguRe How thAt'll do Us. My fRiEnd says it don't maTter 'Cause it's a CorPoRatIoN and aLL. But me, i doN't kNow. ThinGs were bAD beFoRE. i DoN't see how her getting KiLLEd'Ll help."

"MiLder ruNS a GoOD shop, seeMs LikE."

"TheY SAy he's Tops. iT's SomethinG else wROnG. MY friend, He Talks aBoUt bAd mAnageMEnt. I Can't saY from whaT I see. oNe thing, though. LASt month we were THrEE DaYS latE wiTh a payroll. THey bLAmed It on THe ComPUters, But evErYThINg else was coming out aLl Right. ONly thE checks were miSsing."

"Job huNTINg?"

"You bet. i don'T WaNT to be caught uncOvereD." She grinneD. " 'cept in ceRtain SituatioNs, you undeRSTand. Well, GotTa bE geTtiNG BaCk." She gulped thE LAst oF hEr coke. AS shE slid ofF thE stOol, Her LoWer stomacH rubbed fIrMlY aLoNg hIs leg. "gIve me a caLl, Huh? exTenSion 232."

"MIGht do tHat," he Said WiTh A SmiLe.

"Hope sO." shE GRinnEd AnD lefT.

On HiS way bAck tO The Cargo shEd, he stoppEd aT The pHoNe And callEd Tuckman.

"AshtOn Here. You heaR aBouT Lydia?"

"yEAh. It's a daMn shame." Brad could almost sEE the canAry FeathErs iN his grinnIng Voice.

"HOw's THat
husband."

"Wore him out?" 

"Wish it  were  so ."Sh e si ghed . Her ample bo s om i nched further out over  theco u nter .  " We ju st goto ld e r . A nd  h e d ec i de d helik ed youn g stuff."She  w as wistful f o ran instant . " But since th en,  I'veha d i t  good ."Her b road s m ile wa s a clear  i n vitati o n for h i m  t o fi nd out just how g o od it could be.
"I bel ie v et h at. " H e laughed.  " You s e rious a b ou t o urj obs?"

"Honey , I'm serio u s a bout m os t t h ings."  Herbo l dne ss would ha ve b een unacc eptabl e  in mos t  women.  Bradsmi led  and wa it ed.  S h e s i gh eda gai n and co nt in ued,"I g o t t hisfri endin th e main office , s ee.H e g ivesme st uffIdon't  see a t myow n desk. So yeah , I' m for sur e s er iou s. " She paused , w ett ing her  lips s u gge st i v e ly  with her tongue."Y o u  h eard abo ut you r  n ew boss lad y?  Ly diaA l lison ?"
" Ye ah."

"W ell, n o bo dy  can fi gu re how  t hat 'll  do u s . My  frien d says i t don ' t matter 'caus e  it's a corpo r at i o na nd a ll.  But me, Idon' t  kno w. T h in gsw ere b ad be fo r e. I don't see how her  g etting  kill ed'll help."
"Milder r u n s  a goodshop ,  s e ems like."

"T hey s ay he's to p s. It'ssomet hing els e wrong.M y  friend,  he  ta lks  ab o u tbad managemen t .  I c an 't sayfro m whatI s ee.  On e t hi ng, thoug h. Lastmo nt hwe  we re th r ee daysla tewi tha pay r oll. T hey b lame dit onthe com p ut e r s, b ut  e very thi ng  else  was com ing out  all righ t.O nlyth echeckswere missing. "
"Job hunt in g?" 

"You b et. I do n't want to be caught u n covered ."She g rinn ed. " 'Ce ptin cer tai n  situa tions,  youun der s t and.W e ll , g ot ta be gett i n g b ack."  S he g ulped t he last of her cok e . A s she slid of f t he s t o ol , h e rl owe rs tom a c h rubbed firmly  along his  l e g.  "Give mea  ca ll , huh?Extensi on 23 2 ."

"Mi ght do th at," he s ai d wi t h  asmile.

"H ope so."  She grin n ed an d  l eft.
On  his w ay  ba ck to  the c a rgo  shed , he s to pped a t the  p hone and  called Tuckman.

"Asht on her e. Yo u h ear about  Ly d ia? "

"Yeah.  It' s a damn s ham e."  Brad  co u ld al most se e t h e can aryf eathers i n  h isg r in ning voice. " How 's th at
husband."

"Wore him_out?"

"Wish it_were so." She sighed._Her ample_bosom_inched further_out_over the counter._"We just got_older. And he decided_he liked young_stuff."_She was wistful for an instant. "But since then, I've had it good." Her_broad_smile was_a_clear_invitation for him to find_out just how good it_could be.

"I_believe that." He laughed. "You serious about our_jobs?"

"Honey,_I'm serious about_most things." Her boldness would have been unacceptable in_most women. Brad smiled and waited._She sighed again_and_continued,_"I got this friend_in the main office, see. He_gives me stuff I don't see_at my own desk. So yeah, I'm_for sure serious." She paused, wetting_her lips suggestively with her_tongue. "You_heard about your new boss_lady? Lydia Allison?"

"Yeah."

"Well,_nobody can_figure how that'll_do us. My friend says it_don't matter 'cause_it's a corporation and all. But_me,_I don't know._Things_were_bad before._I don't see_how_her getting_killed'll_help."

"Milder runs a good shop, seems_like."

"They_say he's tops. It's something else wrong._My friend, he talks_about_bad management. I can't_say from what I see._One thing, though. Last month we_were three_days late_with a payroll. They blamed it on the computers, but everything_else was coming out all right._Only the checks were_missing."

"Job hunting?"

"You_bet._I don't want_to_be caught_uncovered." She grinned. " 'Cept in certain_situations, you_understand. Well, gotta be getting back."_She gulped the last_of_her coke. As she slid off_the stool, her lower stomach rubbed_firmly along his leg. "Give_me_a_call, huh? Extension 232."

"Might do_that," he said with a smile.

"Hope_so." She grinned_and left.

On his way back to the_cargo_shed, he stopped at the phone_and_called Tuckman.

"Ashton here. You hear about_Lydia?"

"Yeah._It's_a damn shame." Brad could_almost see the canary feathers in_his grinning voice.

"How's that