Sandra is thirty-three years old. She has a young daughter named Jade. Jade is eight. Sandra stands tall for a woman at 5 feet, 10 inches. She has crimped, blonde hair, a prominent jaw-line and wide hips. She is not overweight. Her proportions match her dimensions. Sandra's lips are full and red and her legs are long and muscular. Sandra's dresses to impress and appears aloof. She is somewhat shy -- in public, at least.

Sandra was employed to be my secretary. She has a natural affinity for figures and was familiar with all software used in the office. Sandra was also organized and fastidious. She didn't smoke and didn't loiter at the coffee machine like the majority of my employees, either. In a word, or two, Sandra was a "real find".

I invited Sandra to dinner on the Thursday afternoon of her first week with the company. She didn't decline the invitation. I picked her up at eight o' clock on Friday evening and we drove downtown to a small Japanese restaurant I frequented. Sandra was wearing a wrap-around skirt, stockings and an expensive lace top. Conversation came easily to both of us and Sandra informed me that she had a daughter. I inquired about her daughter's age and discussed schools until we arrived at the restaurant. As I said earlier, Sandra's daughter's name was Jade. Jade was a petite brunette and was attending a private elementary school. Jade was in her third year and was intellectually precocious. Moments before stepping out of the car, Sandra showed me a wallet-sized photo of Jade. Her asshole would taste delicious, was the first thought that entered my mind as I stared at the little girl.

We ordered our dinner in haste and waited half an hour for it to arrive. I engaged Sandra in conversation and covered the history of the firm. She listened to my anecdotes with sincere interest and never laughed to please me; I liked that. Sandra's eyes are blue, ocean blue. I stared into them unconsciously as she discussed holidays abroad and she stared back, not intimidated by my obvious interest in her.

"Is there anybody in your life?" I asked her after she finished describing nights spent in a Cairo mission. She smiled and shook her head, meeting my determined gaze.

The meal was very satisfying. The alcohol flowed freely, so freely, in fact, that Sandra bolted off to the bathroom twice. I pictured the piss trickling from her cunt as I waited for her to rejoin me. As I was driving, I'd decided in advance to take it easy on the booze. Sandra, on the other hand, drew no lines. Though she wasn't a heavy drinker, she insisted, she had decided that tonight she would "let herself go". I encouraged her to do so by supplying her with a variety of spirits and cocktails. By midnight, Sandra was a little less coordinated, but she wasn't slurring her speech and she wasn't letting any cats out of the bag. That came later.....(cont)