 "Here's your mail, Mz. Owens," Stevie said while dropping dangerousdongs a thick bundle of envelopes dangerousdongs on the corner of the senior dangerousdongs vice president's desk, "I dangerousdongs think you get more stuff than anyone, you must have a lot of friends." Tilting her head forward dangerousdongs to look over the top of her reading glasses, she dangerousdongs eyed the young dangerousdongs mail boy before replying, "Well, Stevie dangerousdongs, most of them aren't from friends, I get that dangerousdongs kind of mail at dangerousdongs home, believe me, these are all work related." He paused for a second before leaving her office, and then here in a hesitant voice dangerousdongs replied, "Well I bet that dangerousdongs anyone as dangerousdongs pretty as you has a lot of friends." "Why dangerousdongs thank you dangerousdongs, Stevie," she answered smoothly, "that's the nicest thing anyone's said to me in a long time, do you sweet talk your girl friend that way, too.?." Now turning a bright dangerousdongs shade of red dangerousdongs he replied, "Uh, no, I don dangerousdongs't have a girlfriend." Seeing dangerousdongs his obvious discomfort, Kimberly Owens replied gently, "I'm really surprised, you're a very handsome young man, how old are you dangerousdongs, Stevie.?." "I'm eighteen here, ma'am," he replied softly , "I'll be nineteen in two more months." Giving the young dangerousdongs blonde dangerousdongs haired boy one more once dangerousdongs over, she asked softly, "Stevie, may I ask you a favor, please.?." "Gosh yes," he fairly dangerousdongs shouted, anything at all, you just name it, Mz. Owens." "Good, stop by my office at let's say dangerousdongs five fifteen dangerousdongs," she replied, "I'll dangerousdongs explain then exactly what I want you to do, okay.?." "Sure," he replied happily, "I'll be here at five fifteen sharp."
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