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I sent them a reply telling them that Kraft, the seller of the building to Jaxson, Inc. will be taking the building back. After that email, I went on to one from Jill asking me how many stock certificates we want to give to Jennifer for saving Jaxson, Inc. millions. I suggested that we give her 500 shares of stock. I also suggest that we give each of the SS agents 100 shares to show our thankfulness in them doing their job. I also wanted to give Dakota another 500 shares to her if Jill approved. I look at our stock price. It has rolled back some, but it still is over $425 per share. At this point, I am back to the ‘read-only’ emails which I begin reading and discarding. I spent three hours reading and deleting. In those three hours, I read all the ‘read-only’ emails and got them all to read and deleted. It was nice to be back to zero emails. Once I was done, I turned off my computer and headed down to the kitchen. Now everyone was up, and Dr. Ronda was checking Diane. She was taking vital signs and gave her permission for a refill on her prenatal vitamins. She also gave her permission for some blood testing, which I promised that we would take her first thing Monday morning to get done. Dr. Ronda did say that it didn’t have to be fasting, but no coffee that morning until after the testing. I assured Dr. Ronda that she wouldn’t have any coffee until after the blood work is done. Once again, I see Dakota on her cellphone. When I ask what she’s doing she tells me that she is taking the early slot for Diane to get her bloodwork done early Monday morning. She tells me that she ***********ed the 8 am time for Diane to get the testing done. I think to myself, have we even been going anywhere at 8 am in a while? John tells me that he will see to it that Diane gets to her blood testing sight by 8 am. CHAPTER 3 The day was uneventful, although my new indian friend Missy wanted to take me back to my bedroom and play with me repeatedly. Finally, I ask her, “Missy, you’re a beautiful woman, don’t you have a boyfriend?” I say. “Um, no not really. The one that I had moved on because of my crazy work hours at the restaurant,” she tells me. “Well, how crazy are your work hours?” I ask. “I usually work 5 nine-hour shifts and will occasionally pick up an odd shift if one comes open or the shift is shorthanded,” she says to me. “So, you usually work from 45 hours to 50 hours every week?” I ask. “Um, that’s about the size of it. However, I am financially fit. I use all that money that I’m making to pay off my house and car.” She says to me. I just smile as I like it when people make the proper financial decisions. “Missy, are you buying Longhorn stock through the employee stock purchase plan?” I ask. “Um, well Longhorn is owned by the Darden Restaurant Group. Their footsteps echoed as they descended the stairs. Our hands trailed over the patterns we’d made upon each other, and the caresses we delivered were affectionate and possessive, loving and cruel. “Dad, working for the city is good money; but I’ll be glad when I can go back to school.” “We were digging flower beds, and planting perennials all day and I got a twinge in my shoulders.” Alec didn’t have a twinge, he looked after his body and he used the shovel carefully, never digging too much to put a strain on himself. I could see his hard cock peaking up out of the waistband. “She wants your jizz!” I moaned, squeezing Tanisha's tits, my own ovaries on the verge of exploding. Aren't you a girl? I'm Lee, the receptionist, and I'll take care of you.” It was a copy of the same book she was holding, open to a page depicting what this very temple would have looked like in its glory days. I indian threw my clothes in the laundry room and told my father I was going to get a shower. So now she will be a new name in the memoirs of a retired government agent.