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T'was a hot afternoon in Summer. My Wife, petite, blonde, twin 38D's, and I had been invited to the Main Down-Town Office to Formally Finalise a Deal. T'was difficult to find a Car park, so we'd set off early, arriving at the tail-end of the Lunch Break. We followed the signage to the relevant Office, where the Secretary was in deep conversation with her Pal. The atmosphere seemed "strained/on-edge". "Oh. Yes. You're early. I think it's empty, but I'll see if its OK." she said, peering round the edge of the inner door before inviting us into the Main Room. But its Lunch Break. So why should anyone be there ? We trod the Deep-Pile carpet as we entered the big space, an antique Wooden Office Desk to our right bearing a Telephone, a sheaf of papers, and a silver framed photo of a dishevelled Guy clutching a Rugby Ball. We sat on a wide, 4 seater leather sofa, centrally located directly opposite its twin. A low coffee table bearing an ash-tray carefully placed between. After a few minutes a Guy entered, dressed in a smart grey suit, collar and tie. "Wont be long!" he chirped, vanishing into a Rear Closet. T'was the Rugby Player ! Very soon he emerged, his hairy chest now well displayed via his un-buttoned shirt. He plonked himself down directly opposite my Wife.

Totally ignoring me, he commenced his patter, sliding his legs under the table and inserting his toes between my Wife's feet. He then forced her bare legs apart. She withdrew, clamping her knees as she tucked her heels against the sofa. His gaze now shifted, anchored firmly on the buxom cleavage now exposed by her low-cut Frock. His spiel continued, ending when he rose and wished us well. He led the way to the rear Office door, my wife stepping aside as he attempted to rest his hand on her buttocks. "The key is in the door. If ever you find you need to come back to the Office you can easily lock the door behind you." he told her, leading us on to the queue for the Lift. During the crowded descent he tried to step between us and peer down her front, but she moved alongside me, leaving him standing alone facing the Control Panel. As we exited outside onto the Emergency Fire Space, he spouted his Private Phone Number, telling her he would always do everything possible to help. She could always seek his Assistance by using the Rear Office Door. "I've shown you the Key, haven't I ?"

A few years later, I took my Sister-in-Law, tall, chubby, blonde, down to the same Building. I've earlier described this event in "Payment in Kind." I have a very strong feeling that both their needs continually came to pass.